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[jaymber]

Today on: outfits Temarii wouldn't wear despite how good he looks with it..

[dragon-kazansky]

Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 1

All around you were racing drivers and their cars. People were gathering around them, taking pictures, chatting. You were just walking through the lane, looking at the cars more than the drivers.

You didn't know cars all that well, but you certainly enjoyed looking at them. Race cars always looked cool.

It was a friend of yours that brought you here today, but as soon as she spotted the driver she had come to see, she was off. You decided to take a walk.

Up ahead there was quite a crowd. They were gathered around a car that stood out amongst the other. It was a dark purple colour. Very nice, very sleek. You stopped beside the crowd the admire it.

Then the crowd began to get quite noisy.

You turned to see what all the fuss was about. A man was approaching the car. Dark hair, brown eyes, his racing suit matching the car in front of you. Clearly the driver.

He smiled at the crowd.

You didn't know who this was. You didn't really know racing, but he was obviously a big deal. Everyone was calling for him.

"Zemo! Zemo!"

Zemo? You took your phone out and looked him up. This guy was a big deal. You scrolled a little, seeing posts about him, photos being uploaded from the day.

They call his name again and you look over. He's having his photo taken with people.

You hear your name from behind you. Turning sharply, you look around to see your friend waving at you. You glance once more at Zemo before joining your friend. She doesn't seem to take much notice of the loud crowd behind you.

"I wondered where you went."

"I was looking around. Have fun?" You ask, knowing she had definitely spoken to her favourite racer.

"Tony Stark is amazing! He's won before. Twice."

"What about him?" You turn to look back at Zemo. He was getting into his car now.

"That's Helmut Zemo, this is his first big race. Apparently he was really promising in the lower ranking races, but I haven't seen him against any of these guys." She looks around at the other racers. They were getting into their cars.

"I guess we better go before the race starts."

She guides you back the way you came and you follow the crowds to the stands. You both get a really good spot. You would have a great view of the finish line.

You have to wait a short bit before all the cars take their places. Your eyes focus on the purple vehicle below. You were curious. Ahead of him was Stark's car and another car you didn't know the owner of.

Your friend leaned in.

"Stark starts in the number one position. That's exciting, isn't it?" She says, making a slight fuss.

"Yeah," you reply, but not really paying attention.

The crowds go quiet. You watch eagerly. Then, the coolest sound roars loudly. The engines revving. It's loud and noisy, but suddenly you're filled with so much excitement.

The crowds were cheering again, and before you knew it, the cars were off. You were leaning forward as if that would give you a better view. The cars were out of sight very quickly and your eyed were drawn to the monitors, the cameras picking up the race.

The main focus was on Stark. He was putting so much distance between himself and the others already. The car right behind him belonged to a Stephen Strange, but he was struggling to shake the purple car off his tail.

Zemo. Round the next bend he gained his advantage, overtaking Strange who was worried they would collide if one of them didn't slow down just a tad.

Zemo was left to close the distance between him and Stark on his own now.

Your friend cheered loudly, calling Stark's name as if he would be able to hear her all the way down there.

Zemo was right behind him now.

One more bend until the finish line. Your eyes watched the corner, waiting for those cars to come racing round it. You nibbled at your bottom lip, anxious to see those cars again.

First around the corner is Stark, but Zemo is right there, just a nose behind him. You watch as they race down the last length, both cars over the finish line so very quickly. The other competitors still somewhere in the dust these two left behind.

A whole wave of people move to make their way down to the barricades. You look up at the monitor, waiting for the final result. They were so close at the end.

Stark's name flashes up on the screen.

You know your friend will be over the moon, but as you turn to see where the purple car had pulled up, you couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Zemo climbs out of his car and removes the helmet. He wipes at his brow and turns to look over at Stark, his car now surrounded by people.

He was so close.

You leave the stand and make your way down. You walk straight last the crowds and head over to where Zemo's car sat. No one seemed to be paying much attention as you looked at it.

The drivers were called for their rewards of today's race. You watched as they left, not missing the way Zemo had glanced back at his car, and therefore you, before he left.

You reunited with your friend when the drivers were awarded. The moment it was over, she dragged you away. It was all over now. The drivers would go celebrate, the cars would be taken care of, and that was it.

Still, you found you might have a new interest in racing cars.

As you were leaving with your friend, she suddenly came to a halt and turned around. Stark was leaving the track in his own car, stopping to wave at the crowd of adoring fans. Unable to resist, your friend left your side to go over and see him.

You sighed as you watched her squeal when Tony turned to talk to her. He was flirting with his fans.

A convertible came out next. Your eyes trailed over to see who that was. Your heart skipped a beat at Zemo in the drivers seat. He had pulled up to glare over at Stark.

Your friend rushed to your side.

"Stark is inviting us all to go celebrate with him. We should go."

You glance at the crowd behind her.

"You go, I just want to go home."

She looks a little defeated, and torn, but after you insist she goes to enjoy herself, she leaves your side to spend the night on Stark's company.

You walk away.

Zemo had noticed you. He saw the girl run over to you, say something, and then walk back. You were left on your own. Normally he wouldn't bother paying attention to such things, but he recognized you. You were standing by his car earlier.

And you were walking away from Stark.

Zemo ignores what's happening in his left and drives forward. He cruises up along side you, stopping when you turn to see.

"Need a ride?"

You look startled. You look around you quickly. He couldn't possibly be talking to you.

"Me?"

"There is no one else here," he chuckles.

You look at the car. It looks expensive. You glance back at your friend, who was still fawning over Tony Stark. Looking back at Zemo, you see him smiling softly at you.

"Alright."

You climb in, not entirely sure what you were doing. Yet, you were drawn to this man in front of you. Your sanity had gone out the window ages ago.

Once you were strapped in, he drove off.

"Where to?"

"Oh, uh," you pull out your phone and tell him the name of the hotel you were staying at. Zemo knows exactly where to go.

Silence falls between you as you look out at the scenery. It feels strange sitting next to a man who you only found out about today, and yet were so drawn to. You had never been to a race before today, so why were so drawn to him?

"I saw you earlier, after the race."

You turn to look at him, but his eyes were on the road, as they should be.

"You did?"

"You were looking at my car. You do realise I didn't win today, yes?" He glances at you.

"And that means I can't come look at your car?"

The way he laughs a little makes you feel a little shy. He could probably tell you had never been to a race before.

"Well, no. You can go wherever you like once the race is over. It's just more of a usual habit for for people to go congratulate the winner."

"I guess Stark just didn't interest me at the time."

He glances at you again, trying to figure you out. You were a curious person, to him at least.

"Your first race?" He asks, smiling to himself.

"That obvious, huh."

"A little. Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes." You look at him. "I was on the edge of my seat. I've never really given racing a thought before, but the sounds of the engines, the way you all disappeared around the track, that ending. I never realised how much I would probably enjoy something like that."

He chuckles. "Was it enough to make you want to go again?"

"Yes, I think so."

"The next race in two weeks. Can I interest you?" He looks at you.

"Yes," you say, rather quietly. You only know he heard you by his smile.

"Good."

The smile remains on his face as he drives down the straight road. Wind whips through your hair as you admire his side profile. You watch the way he taps his fingers against the steering wheel, how one hand rests on the gear stick.

He's a professional driver. For whatever reason, to you that was thrilling.

As if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned to you. His lips curled into a grin. You narrowed your gaze at him, but you soon realised what was going through his head.

The car sped up.

The way he handled the vehicle changed instantly. He was showing off now. Showing you what he could do. His eyes returned to the road.

"Tell me to stop and I will."

You didn't.

Faster. He went faster. With one hand you clutched the seat below you, the other placed on the dashboard.

He laughed.

You did too.

He sped up a bit more, going as fast as was willingly wanting to go on a public road. There were very cars about, and he weaved through them like it was nothing.

You laughed louder.

The wind in your hair, the scenery blurring past you, the cars honking their horns at your ridiculousness. Adrenaline flooded through you.

This is how it felt in his world. He was giving you a taste.

The smile on your face, the laughter tumbling from your lips, the pure excitement on your face. It was all satisfying for him. You were a perfect stranger who had just appeared in his life, and as he looked at you beside him, he wondered if it was at all possible to hold onto this.

If you cane to the next race, maybe he would know.

Zemo only slowed down the car when he approached the town. Pure joy was still etched onto your face as he made his way to your hotel.

He pulled up outside.

You turned to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You hesitated to climb out. That was the most thrilling ride of your life and you didn't want it to be over.

The way was looking at you suggested he may feel the same, but he didn't say anything.

"Can I expect you to be there in two weeks time?"

"I expect so."

"I'll have a ticket sent your way. I expect to see you at my car on the day."

"You'll be waiting for me?" You ask, surprised by his foward words.

"Yes."

"You don't even know my name," you chuckle.

"Then tell me."

You smile and give him your name. He smiles in response and tests it out on his tongue. The way he says it with his accent sent shivers down your spine.

At last the spell is broken and you get out of the car. Even after closing the door, you stand there and look at him.

"It was nice meeting you, Zemo."

"The honour is mine."

You step back away from the car and watch as he pulls away, driving off. You wait until he's gone before heading inside the hotel.

You're already in bed when your friend returns to the room. She stumbles in, giggling. Clearly, she had been having a good time.

You go back to sleep. You'll deal with her in the morning.

You had to wake her up for breakfast. She complained the entire time, mostly about her headache, but she got ready and joined you in the food hall.

She spent the entire meal telling you about last night. Stark had taken all those fans out to celebrate at some super popular club he was a regular at. He bought everyone drinks, danced with them, and supposedly flirted with her.

Not once had she asked what you had got up to. It was then you decided you wouldn't tell her. Your meeting with Zemo would be your little secret, at least, you had intended it to be.

A member of staff approached your table, an envelope in hand. She handed it to you, saying a gentleman had left this for you.

It was here your friend perked up.

"What's that?"

"A ticket," you said, pulling it out. A little note was inside too. The handwriting was spectacularly neat. You smiled at the way your name was scribbled on the top.

"For the races? You're going again?"

"Uh, yeah. Yesterday was fun, I thought it would interesting to go again."

Your friend watched as you read the note, smiling as you did so. She wasn't dumb, she knew something had happened. Originally she wasn't going to ask because she assumed you immediately returned to the hotel. On your own. She had no idea.

Darling Y/N,

Here is your ticket for the next race. Inside you will also find a pass. It will allow you more access around the track. I will be waiting for you.

Helmut Zemo

"Who is that from?"

You bite your lip, peering at her through your lashes. A blush dusted your cheeks as you glanced back down at his name on the note.

"A friend."

She didn't look she totally believed you, but she didn't push it. She just smiled at you with a knowing look.

You tuck the note, ticket, and pass back into the envelope and keep it safe.

You would do whatever you needed to be at those races in two weeks time. You wanted to see Zemo again.

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[matryosika]

shoot me, chapter III

pairing — changbin x reader

rating — 18+

genre of the overall series — smut, angst, fluff if you squint

prologue chapter I chapter II chapter III

word count for this chapter — 3.7 k

warnings — suggestive, slight jisung x reader, mentions of alcohol, possessive and jealous changbin, choking and sexual tension.

note — i have been pretty ia lately because i'm full of school work to do. my semester is coming to an end, so i must turn in final projects and take my final tests too. i'm normally much active than i have been on this account, i promise to get back to you as soon as school ends for me. this chapter has just sexual tension but not smut smut and it's shorter than the rest but i needed to divide the chapter because it became way too long. smut promised for next one that i will be uploading this weekend (hopefully!)

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*

[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i don't think we should to that again

it was a mistake

you looked at your phone at a extreme state of confusion. he had left your place minutes ago and, after an amazing session of oral sex, a lovely dinner and a extremely bearable (maybe even good) late-night talk, the walk to his car was all it took for him to develop a guilt complex?

[12:17 a.m. Changbin]

i just needed to vent but honestly, getting with you can really damage my future and that's not something i'm willing to jeopardize for sex.

you read his messages over and over again. it was the "i just needed to vent" that got backlash from you... did he really just came to your place only to ease his sexual frustrations?

you were still siting in the living room, hugging your knees to your chest. you hadn't lose self control once but twice, and not to mention it was with a man whose only purpose all along was to use you to feel better about himself.

"you really touched bottom this time" you whispered to yourself, feeling the need to take a second shower in order to rinse away all the traces from his touches and kisses on your skin.

maybe it wasn't really the guilt that bothered you. maybe it was the fact that, tonight, was probably the best night you've ever had for a while. he took well care of you, after finishing he cleaned you up and carried you to your room so you could take a shower and change your clothes.

he patiently waited for you while sitting at the edge of your bed and, when you were done showering, some delicious food he ordered was already expecting both of you at the dinning room of the house. during dinner, you told him a little bit about your life in japan and shared some childhood memories with him.

things were good, maybe too good for your own liking, but it only took a couple of minutes for changbin to remind you who he truly was.

not only that, but you also wouldn't admit the fact that you had a great time with him.

*

you spent the rest of the week calmly, having to hang out with changbin more times than you actually wanted to. he would often act like a gentleman in front of his parents and arthur, trying to engage in coversations with you often, asking you about your major and your adolescence in japan. you thought that he was just doing that in an attempt to hide the awkwardness of the air every time you had to spend time with him at arthur's company, but that didn't completely eased the fact that you felt your blood boil every time you had to be near him.

*

"you are coming, right?" ryujin cried from the other side of the phone "you told me you wanted to come!"

fuck, chan's party was this weekend.

"uhhhh" you mumbled "ryujin i don't feel good"

"y/n!" she screamed "is it because of changbin? baby? i have known you since pre-school, are you really feeling bad over a man you met barely 2 weeks ago?"

ryujin was right. you hated men, you truly did. and you were too proud about the fact that you had never cried over one, let alone have your heart broken by any of them. and it wasn't changbin you were sad about but the fact that he used you, you let him and then tried to act like nothing ever happened between both of you, which was even more humilliating. it always seemed like you had everything controlled but this time he was the one who got the last word and that was something you just couldn't accept.

"besides" ryujin added without leaving time for you to talk "i don't even think he is coming, chan said that he invited more people outside his friend group because some of them were not going to make it tonight, maybe he is one of them"

"maybe" you said "but i'm not willing to take a risk on that, ryujin"

you couldn't see her, but you could clearly picture how she was pouting at that exact moment. "y/n, you will eventually go back to japan and we will not be able to hang out anymore. is that what you want? do you want to reject your best friend on a saturday night? plus! the last time i took you to itaewon you had a great time!"

"speak for yourself ryujin" you mutered

"PLEASE" she screamed, making you squirm in your place "i promise that i will be by your side the whole time, i won't get distracted by the gorgeous, precious, well-built, amazing...."

"alright" you interrupted her "i know you are lying but i want to believe you for once"

she did a little scream of victory on the other side of the line and proceeded to set an hour to pick you up, almost against your will.

*

"what's the special occasion?" you asked ryujin as she went through all your clothes that were now laying around your bedroom floor, trying to find the perfect outfit for chan's party because you were dressed too casual, apparently.

"today it's the birthday of one of his closest friends" she said, almost in a hurry "and we are now running late because of your choice of clothes"

"i didn't knew there was a dresscode" you said, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"oh no, there isn't" she responded, now lurking around your suitcase and bags "but you need to let know changbin what he is missing out"

you rolled your eyes and grunted, of course. ryujin was that type of friend who would hype you up while you wear a killer outfit just to piss off a man.

"FINALLY" she screamed, finding the black dress that you stole from changbin at coex "i knew you had something around"

with hesitant eyes you looked at her handing you the dress, not sure if this easy outfit, like changbin said, would fit the occasion. "go on, it's almost 9 p.m."

*

by the bar incident you learned that chan, changbin and the whole friend group were a bunch of privileged men, but you didn't quite understand how privileged they were until you found yourself outside chan's house. the architecture looked excentric but expensive, at the same time. it was located in a pretty nice neighbourhood and was specially afar from the rest of the houses as if the most important value around was privacy.

you looked at ryujin and she seemed nervous. understandable. she came from a decent household but this right here just looked like the mansion of a western celebrity.

"are you alright?" you asked her, closing the door of her car before walking towards the stairs that lead you to the front door.

"this is the first time i'll get to meet chan's friends" she responded, making a grimace as she retracted "well, the second time, but i can barely remember the night at the bar"

"right"

right before she could continue talking, the front door opened and chan greeted you both. "ladies"

you bowed down to chan and ryujin immediately jumped into his arms, receiving a kiss in her cheek by the man himself "could you not?" you joked, watching chan's face turning bright red by the unexpected and euphoric physical contact.

"i missed him!" ryujin defended herself, locking her arms behind his neck.

"come in, y/n" he said, opening the door wider so you and ryujin could come in.

"who's the birthday boy?" you asked, your eyes scanning the insides of the house looking for any sign of changbin.

"it's jeongin's birthday" he said, proudly smiling like the father of an 8-year-old son "he's right there, at the couch. maybe you recall him from the bar"

you saw his face and immediatly remembered him. "yeah, the guy who just couldn't stop laughing"

"that's the one" chan said, standing right besides ryujin "let's go, let me introduce you to them"

*

the next hour was spent peacefully and you were almost thankful that ryujin begged you to come. jeongin, the birthday boy, was already drunk by 10:00 p.m. and kept making bad jokes that cracked everyone up. ryujin left with chan to god-knows-where and you were stucked with jisung and hyunjin at the living room, drinking ocasionally and having a good time.

"i remember you from the bar" jisung mumbled, getting closer to your ear as the music was already too loud. "i wanted to chat with you, but you disappeared quickly"

his breath smelled like cherries and alcohol as he was too close to you, but you couldn't complain. it was almost intoxicating in the best way possible.

"yeah i was not having a good time"

he smiled proudly "i'm sure i could have made it better"

a sarcastic chuckled escaped your lips as he placed a hand on his chest "you don't believe me?"

"i don't believe any man for that matter" you replied almost in a flirty way, not that you wanted to tho but the alcohol was already making you feel a tad extroverted.

"but i'm not any man" jisung whispered on your ear, making you feel goosebumps over the entirety of your body. before you could even say something back, he grabbed you by the hand and took you outside of the living room and into the patio, where a lot of people were gathered drinking and dancing.

"oh, i'm not good at dancing" you tried to escape, jisung holding you by one of your hands.

"you don't have to be good at dancing to enjoy it" he pouted, still convincing you to join him at the improvised dance floor that people made right at the center of the courtyard "c'mon y/n"

you were not too fond of dancing, but the music that was playing and jisung's insistence made you accept the offer. with small jumps of excitement he drove you to the crowd of people and started to move around you like a fool, inspiring you confidence to losen up a bit.

"i'm not used to this" you admit, moving your body to the sound of "criminal" by taemin, one of your favorite songs ever.

"there's always a first time for everything" he mumbled, his face dangerously close to yours "here"

his hands traveled to your waist and he held you closer to his body, feeling his soft and warm sking against the naked parts of your. "just let your body move with the music, it's not hard"

jisung's presence was extremely intoxicated and captivating, but not enough to keep you from notice changbin entering to courtyard.

and he wasn't alone.

your whole body tensed and you could feel how jisung stepped back a little bit. "did i do something wrong?"

you parted your gaze from changbin as soon as he saw your body pressed against him, and you gave a faint smile to jisung.

"no, i just felt shy for a moment"

he gave you a wide smile and continue to hold you even closer, your hips moving involuntary against his pelvic area and his eyes firmly fixed into you. "god, you are so precious"

"am i?" you asked, tilting your head to the side while dancing.

you could feel changbin's gazed nailed into your body and that was making you do stupid things. you wanted to make him feel jealous, for some reason, but using a man you just met wasn't something that would fit in your principles.

"mhm" he hummed, the movements of both of you getting slower as the song progressed. jisung's lips brushed softly against yours pratically begging for a kiss, but you knew that it was way too early for that.

you turned around on your place, your back now pressed to his chest, as you continued to dance against his body. his hands were glued to your waist and ocasionally would visit your hips, moving at the same rythm as you did. a different song was playing right now, but you didn't even noticed as your mind was flooded with thoughts. who was changbin with? was she his girlfriend? was he still there watching you? were you dancing with jisung just to piss him off? and most importantly, why did you feel the need to make him jealous in the first place?

before the trail of thoughts continued on your head, jisung's hand traveled from the tip of your fingers to your left shoulder, his fine digits dancing around your naked clavicles. "did i tell you that this dress looks amazing on you?"

his voice, the trace of his fingers and his scent made you act completely dumb around him, it was almost painful to watch. with a swift movement, you were now facing him again and kept on moving slowly. "i don't think so"

"well" he said, leaning one more time to leave a faint kiss on your lips "you look amazing on that dress"

and without expecting an answer from you, he kissed you.

his lips tasted exactly the same as his scent. the mixture of cherries, strawberries and alcohol intoxicated your five senses, making you unable to think about what you were doing. the kiss was everything except rushed, as if he was taking his time to taste every single inch of your lips and tongue. his hands were resting on your waist and lower back and the song that was now playing just fit the whole mood the both of you created, right until...

"do you mind?" a man's voice asked while you felt a grip on your forearm.

"give me a break man" jisung said, interrupting the kiss. it was no other than changbin, standing right in the middle of you and jisung.

"she is drunk" changbin said, almost in a threatening tone.

"i am not" you responded, trying to get out of changbin's grip.

"we are in the middle of something here" jisung insisted, trying to get between you and the grip changbin had on your arm.

"i'm not in the mood for a chat, han" his voice turned ten times deeper and his body language reminded you of that night at itaewon "i'm taking her home because he drank too much"

"let go off of me"

but he did not let go of you and continued dragging you across the whole courtyard and into the living room. "aren't you supposed to be with your girlfriend?"

you started to curse him openly, but he wouldn't slow down his pace. he took you out of the house and into his car without even saying a word.

"you are acting as if you were my owner" you grunted, looking for your phone inside of your purse "you just love to order me around, don't you?"

"that didn't seem to upset you at the bar and your house" he scoffed, his voice going completely cold as ice.

"you bringing that topic now is just miserable" you laughed as he started the car "i was about to enjoy a good night of fucking, something i never got to do with you because you are a coward"

changbin's jaw tensed up and you could feel how the car started to go faster.

the adrenaline of changbin's jealousy, the alcohol, jisung's taste and the speed of the car were making you feel particularly bold tonight, something you knew you would regret the morning after.

"why do you tense up?" you asked, teasing him "i know you wanted to fuck me so bad but still decided to not jeopardize your future for a night of sex"

you were not completely sure, but it was kind of obvious that changbin wasn't driving to your house. you tried to catch a glimpse of the street names as if that was going to be helpful to a foreigner, but it was too dark outside.

"you are not going to talk now?" you asked him, taking off your high-heels as your whole body rested on the car seat. "you were so bold a few minutes ago, trying to act like a fucking man intimidating jisung at chan's house. two nights of oral sex and i have that much of a grip on you, changbin?"

he wouldn't respond, and that only made your blood boil even more.

"you are so fucking pathetic" you muttered, looking directly at him as his gaze was completely fixed on the road.

the car took a sudden turn and parked right in front of a complex of apartments. without hesitation, he got out and opened the door for you, carrying you into his shoulder inside the elevator of the lobby.

the scene was pretty much awkward as you faced yourself into the elevator mirror. your hair was completely messed up and your lipstick was a bit smudged but other than that, you looked completely sober. not only that, but he knew that you weren't drunk. he just made that excuse.

the doors of the elevators opened on the 12th floor and you were glad that no one was waiting for it outside, otherwise they would've seen your ass on changbin's shoulder.

"you know i'm not drunk, right?" you said, still resting on his shoulders while he took his keys from the pocket of his black pants

"just shut the fuck up for a moment" he said, carrying you and leaving you standing inside of his apartment as he turned all the lights inside on.

"i knew your behavior as a gentleman was a fucking act and you only did that in front of your parents and arthur"

"you are so annoying" changbin whispered as he walked towards the black leather couch in the middle of the living room of his apartment. you followed him and walked right behind him.

"i don't have anything to do here, changbin" you mumbled, his back turned against you. you wanted to tease him, you needed to. for an unknown reason, you felt the sudden urge to make him mad, to make him explode. you needed things to escalate quickly so he would give you another reason for you to hate him even more "i can't believe i should be fucking with jisung right now but instead i'm-"

before you could finish that sentence, you felt changbin's grip on both sides of your neck "go on, keep on talking"

the lack of oxygen, the sudden movement of changbin against your body and his gaze flooded with anger made your legs tremeble "keep on fucking talking"

you could barely swallow by how hard his right hand was grasping onto your neck "look at you" you whispered with broken words, smirking as your eyes unconciously closed because of the pleasure "are you jealous, changbin?"

"why don't you answer the question, y/n?" he asked, his hold on your neck becoming softer as his lips approached your right ear "how did you felt when you saw me with that girl earlier today?"

an ironic laugh left your lips, trying to shield yourself from the obvious thing. "i don't know what game you are playing, changbin, but i didn't felt shit"

"really?" he hummed, his raspy voice near your ear made you squeeze your thighs together unconciously, and even though his hand was merely just resting on your neck, the arousal you felt from his grip was still there. "i know you saw me with her, and i could tell how that made you dance for jisung more... enthusiastically"

"you are wrong" you replied, pushing him slightly away "and pathetic, getting jealous when you were the one who cutted things off since the beginning"

"he is an asshole" changbin said with a mocking and sarcastic tone, his fingers tracing the naked skin of your arms as he licked his lips "and i must protect you, like arthur said. isn't that right?"

"he is a good kisser" you answered "i bet he fucks better than you too, not that i would know though because i never got to fuck with you"

changbin's eyes drifted from your skin to your eyes in a matter of miliseconds and for the first time in the evening you regretted saying something. "you are just begging for me to fuck you, aren't you?"

"don't get confused" you spitted "i don't want to have anything to do with you"

his hand traveled slowly to the end of your dress, lifting it up and reaching for your, now soaking, panties. his digits traced your slit and you swallowed hard in anticipation for whatever humiliating thing he was about to say. "are you sure?"

he removed his fingers from your core and were now glistening thanks to the light coming from the window of his apartment. "look at me and tell me that you don't want me to fuck you"

"look at me and tell me that you didn't felt jealous when you saw me with jisung" yo fired back, a faint smirk appearing on his face.

"i did" he admitted "i can't even begin to explain how mad i felt at the sight of your precious body pressing against his. all i wanted to do at that exact moment was to fuck you right in front of everybody, including him"

his hands toured to your back, unzipping the dress you were wearing as he looked directly into your eyes trying to decode if you actually wanted this or not.

"i know what i said last week" changbin mumbled, his fingers helping you to drag the straps on your dress all the way to your wrists "but your existence is fucking me up"

your heart started to beat even faster, your breath accelerated "and it wasn't until i saw you with someone else where i realized that i needed to make you completely mine, even just once"

you soon found yourself in your underwear right in front of him, his eyes looking at you up and down several times making you feel intimidated. you had two options: loose your self-control for the third time and do something that you truly wanted to, or leave his apartment feeling proud.

but you already made that choice when you didn't fought back enough to stop him from driving you to his place.

"please ruin me" you whispered, your soul immersed in arousal, guilt and regret.

[dearest-kibble]

yan kenma who has you locked up in his apartment- it’s been some time and you’ve given up escaping but you know he live-streams so you kind of start living small clues that you’re there in hope someone will figure it out? but instead of a viewer kenma finds out; and instead of stopping you he just decides to taunt you and play along to the point his viewers make it an inside joke- the emotional rollercoaster that would be? he wouldn’t have to punish you- the crushing despair is enough alone

This is so deliciously fucked up I love it,,, thank you anon, Kenma hits so different. I love him thank you so so so much. i am working on so much,,, thank you for being patient with all my uhhh lateness? this kinda became something a little different than the prompt but hopefully thats good?

Kenma Kozume x Fem reader

tw: Typical yandere-ness, humiliation? Sexism? Mentioned stalking, (If im missing anything please let me know my brain isn’t functioning rn)

You’re sitting on his lap, camera angled so that no one’s view is obstructed by your body, but so that all his views can clearly see you. You’ve been here so long, any hope of leaving, ironically, has left you. But, the thought crept slowly, surely, deeply into your brain and hasn’t left. You turn around on Kenma’s lap, straddling him and you’re sure the live chat is going a little crazy at the thought of Kodzuken having someone in his lap while he streams and he’s probably going to tell you to get off soon, but you’ve got the chat’s attention, and you are going to work with it. You tap Kenma’s cheeks, slight squish on them and you know he hates that it’s on camera all the same, you drum three fingers on his cheek, smiling at him for the camera as your fingertips meet his clammy skin. He doesn’t tell you to stop so across his cheek you swipe your thumb three times as tenderly as possible. As you stand from his lap, you pat his cheeks, three times delicately. You look into his eyes, still as calculating as when you met him, a deceptively warm amber with the tiniest hint of frustration (and somewhere inside, you know it’s probably with you but you can’t care.)

“I’m gonna sit on the couch, ‘kay?” You call softly, hoping you were subtle enough with your plea.

“Oh, okay,” And you think you’re free before he calls a “Wait! Come back for a little.” You’re even halfway to the couch before the words rope you back in. He beckons you to lean down, and whispers into your ear. “I noticed you trying to sign to get out. Morse code isn’t as subtle as you think, you might as well just ask them to get you out,” You chance a quick look towards chat.

“Was that morse code?”

“Holy shit! Yeah, I think that was SOS.”

“You think they actually need to get out or it’s one of those ‘my bfs terrible’ jokes?”

“You see the way they were straddling? Def not a hate my bf sorta thing.”

“See?” He’s still whispering into your ear, game forgotten in lieu of what might be called humiliation.  “They won’t believe you because you want to be here. Regardless of what you say, you would’ve left already if you didn’t.” He smiles at you and affectionately pats your head. Like he’d pet a cat. The idea is still in your mind, though perhaps a little shallower. You glance at the chat once more, someone is still talking about it, but Kenma pushes you away with a “I’ll get you when I’m done, okay?” You end your night on the couch with Kenma. He smiles at you and puts your legs on his lap.

The next livestream is two days after the last one. You have something planned once more, hopefully more effective.

“I’m playing minecraft today, I could set up your computer, and we could play together?” His small smile is back. And though a kind gesture, all you can think about is how easily you could make a point.

“Okay!” The earlier plan is immediately forgotten, and thoughts of what you could do in a game, fills your mind. “Will I have a mic?”

“No, I can’t have you telling them can I?” And it clicks, because of course he’d taunt you. But it’s like your brain grew claws that cannot lose their hold.

“Will I have a camera?” And you know the answer, but Kenma might still surprise you. You’ve already had one shock tonight, maybe you’ll get another.

“No. Sorry. You have chat though.” He pats your head again, ruffling your hair. “I’ve already got you set up, c’mon.” He tugs at your hand, pulling gently.

“Thanks Kenma.” He’s put another computer across from his desk on a much smaller table made for playing cards.

“You’re all set up.”

“Yeah.” He clicks the mouse a few times, waves at the camera to his right. “Can everybody hear me?” He waits a few seconds for chat’s response. “Chat is saying yes, so let’s get right in?” He smiles sheepishly to his camera.

“Hi everyone, I’ m Kodzuken and today we are,” He pauses to look at you with honeyed amber eyes. “Playing Minecraft with my partner.” He nods in your direction. You just open the minecraft tab, the only shortcut that seems to be on the computer.

“It’s a LAN server, click that, okay?” So you click it and say nothing. You start to go through the motions of chopping a tree, making sticks, making a crafting table. Kennma is narrating what he does, and you’re not even sure where he is in game until you're knocked back and turn your mouse to look at him.

“Yeah, I know - she should be relying on me.” He’s responding to something in chat, he’s gotta be. You type a quick,

“What’re they saying?”

“Oh, that my girlfriend shouldn’t be so independent, you rely on me - I'm your boyfriend.” Kenma says it so casually, so acerbically that you immediately take off sprinting from the forest in game.  

“She has these bouts - you saw them last stream - where she likes to try and ‘get away’.” Kenma laughs softly; little glockenspiel notes falling from his mouth. “It’s a really cute joke honestly! Anyway, I’ll put my minecraft bed next to hers later, right now...” You stop paying attention and start planning how you’d try to get your point across more clearly. You could make signs, say “Get me out!” Like Kenma suggested.

“Hey! He looks over the screen at you, piercing eyes staring right through you. “Don’t go off on your own, we’re staying together alright?”

“No.” He’ll have to deal with chatting, possibly hearing you by himself. And you continue through the coded forest. It goes pretty smoothly, though you’re sure Kenma is trying to find you, you’ve already created a mine for yourself, and made a little sign with instructions that reads: “Get me out!”

“Her voice is quite cute, isn’t it? I’ll get to hear it for the rest of my life.” He continues humming out yes’s and no’s to his audience that sit captivated in a land of blocks and pixels.

“Hey, I’m going to use the restroom, is it alright if my girlfriend takes over for me?” He stands, and waves you over into his chair that’s been made for gaming and padded with red accents. He watches you with his cat-like eyes as you sit down and pats your head. “I’ll be right back Kitty, behave.” And you hear his soft footsteps get farther away and the creak of the door twice before you finally look at chat.

Woa, Kudzu got lucky huh?

“Please,” You don’t sound nearly as someone might think you would. You’ve been here too long. “Get me out of here?”

Sure sweetheart, just come over to my place first.

“Just - get me away from him please!”

Girls are so whiny huh?

Hey man, its funny at least amiright?

“It’s not a joke -”

She’s really committed to this bit huh

Damn iim staartin to feel bad for ken

Me to :(

“I’ve been here for year and I don’t want to-”

Wow. what an ungrateful bitch.

Ikr? She’s got a bf and everything and she wants to get out?

“No- it’s not like that - he stalked me for months I-” And the familiar desperation you thought hoped beyond all hope that you had lost bleeds back into your voice all repression surfaces like the tide in your eyes.

Oh fuxxx we made her cry.

relax bet she’s just on her period or smth

“I am not!” A bubble of snot pops from your nose and mucus drips uncomfortably to your lips. “I just-”

What could you want that you don’t have.

“My house! My job! My friends!” And your voice breaks

She wants to go back to a job?

Crazy lady huh.

She wants friends when all she really needs is a man? smh.

“Kitten, what-”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” It’s an outburst that you’ll regret later, for one reason or another. But for now it’s a small comfort to speak your mind. With your voice wavering and congested, you choke out a “Let me go home.” Kenma’s eyebrows furrow but his eyes are still the calculating, cold amber they always are.

“Shh shh, it’s okay.” Instead of the quick pats he’s so fond of, he strokes your hair and massages the nape of your neck like he’s picking up a kitten who's gotten into a fight. “I’m going to cut the stream, okay?”

Who’d want to leave Ken, he’s cutting the stream short to help his gf.

…….yeah

I feel bad.

“You should. Please don’t make her cry.” A few clicks later and the stream cuts. “Do you want me to upload that one?” To get your message out? You’d do anything.

“Yes please…” Someone will have to see it. How miserable you are.

“Then it’ll go up, okay?” He pats your back twice, and he stands again to sit at the computer. Out of the blue he speaks again. “They’re right.” No no no no no. “I’m lucky, i’m so glad you're here with me and that you won’t leave.”

“I will get out!” The proof of your white hot anger is breaking the dam built in your throat.

“Where will you go? Your friends don’t know where you’ve gone, they won’t be happy with you coming back unannounced.”

“My parents-”

“You can rely on me, you don’t need anyone else.”

“But I-”

“Shhh kitty, you’re overreacting let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a stressful day.” And so he walks you back to the room you share that's covered in pictures, and he tucks you under the covers and dries your tears with a blanket. He whispers words to you, faint little nothings about games he’s going to play that you’ll enjoy watching and little bits of trivia about what “Kuroo” is up to. Eventually you fall asleep, with his hand in your hair and a chair pulled up close so he can stare. You both know it but no one will admit, some part of him will always enjoy how you lose hope so quickly.

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once again! This should not’ve taken so long,,,, and it kinda deviates from request but! there we are! also,,,, you can’t tell me that like,,,,,,, kenma hasn’t been at least exposed to incels and or like,,,, really sexist guys he streams on twitch or youtube or something so- also thank you anon,,, i really like this one

[juminsmysticmc]

Okay here's my last idea for now(rfa + minor duo): An aspiring singer MC that has a great voice but gets stage fright when she knows people are listening.

RFA + Minor Duo with an aspiring singer Mc who has a great voice but gets stage fright when she knows that people are listening 

Hey dear! Here you are! I hope you can enjoy the HC after it took me so much time, hahaha!

BTW, did I ever tell you that I was on stage countless times? I even sang in front of the whole people, but the thing I loved to do the most was acting, I was twice the main role, and I never felt as good as there, when I could show people how good I was.

Ah, I just remembered the time I acted in front of old people in a nursing home, I was two people at once because the acting role didn’t come in the last minute and I knew the scrip by memory XD the second time I played the acting role in front of my class, parents and students to show them how good our school was ( the days where they visit schools, you know? ) and it was just so good...I stopped acting tho, but I loved it so much...

Jumin

Your husband loved to listen to your voice.

The effects your voice gave him were special and amazing.

He wouldn’t hold you back for anything in the world .

He was jealous that other people would get the possibility to listen to the one voice which managed to make him sleep and calm down. But still, he thought that you would be able to achieve big goals.

That’s why he prepared a little stage for you.

It was only around 50 people who would listen to you sing.

,,Jumin Han, I love you with all my heart, but I can’t sing in front of so many people!“ you gasped a few seconds before the stage would begin.

,,Why, my love? Your voice is so wonderful and you’re so talented!’’ he smiled at you, holding your hand.

But he quickly noticed that it was all sweaty.

You were scared.

,,Mc, you're so good. What are you scared off?’’ he asked you, not understanding your fears.

,,I am scared that I will make a mistake. What if they laugh at me or...I don’t know…’’ you mumbled.

Jumin nodded since he understood.

He bandaged your eyes. You tried to stop him, but you couldn’t.

You felt the air hitting your face as he dragged you on stage, putting a microphone in one of your hands, not letting go of the other hand.

,,Now, sing…’’ he whispered.

And before you could even be scared, you sang out of your lungs, blowing everyone away at the wonderful performance.

When Jumin felt that you were sure enough, he let go of your hand and made you open your eyes, making you see all of the wonderful faces who loved to listen to you.

Zen

The first time he heard you was when you were showering, thinking no one else was home.

When you found out that he was listening to you, enjoying your angelic voice, you firstly felt a bit uncomfortable and nervous, but also happy to get his support.

Ever since then, Zen begged you to sing for him.

With your voice he was able to dance, simile and relax.

You seemed to feel comfortable.

But he was so wrong when one day he decided to show a video tape of you singing to his director who decided to make you debut three times after he heard you alone live.

You were so scared.

You never dared to tell Zen that you were scared, excited, nervous, or that you had mixed feelings.

Whenever you felt the thousands of eyes fall on you, you had the urge to stop, vomit, and run out.

You once did exactly that at a school festival and ever since then, you never ever dared to sing or talk in front of people again on a stage.

You slowly walked on the stage as the lights pointed at you.

It felt so hot, the white, bright lights on your skin.

You tightened your grip around the black microphone, but you couldn’t say anything.

Zen, who sat in the first row, saw it all. He suddenly felt bad that this was possibly his fault.

And before he knew what he was doing, his body moved on its own. He walked up there and made you look up to him, into his beautiful red eyes.

,,Music, go!’’ he said as the melody started again.

,,Just look at me, okay? Only me,’’ he whispered and managed making you sing in front of all those people while looking at him and only him.

And that was the most magical atmosphere you ever had with your boyfriend.

Yoosung

The reason you never dared to say anything at one of the RFA’s parties was that you were simply scared of being on stage.

What if you would drip? 

What if you made a mistake? 

What if people laughed at you? 

All those things could happen and you didn’t want to be embarrassed.

And even though you should get used to it by now, you weren’t.

Especially today, you felt more weight on your shoulders.

If you fail today, you would give up on music.

If today you wouldn’t be able to sing in front of the people, you promised yourself that you would give up what you loved the most.

And Yoosung was one of those people who didn’t wish to see the end of it.

,,I...I can’t…’’ you panted.

Yoosung handed you a cup of water behind the stage and watched you as you began to breathe even heavier.

You were scared and he could tell.

That was normal, but you were so scared of the fear itself, that it stopped you.

Yoosung, even though he was scared himself and decided that he had to help you.

,,Okay,’’ he said ,,stay here,’’ you whispered and turned your body in front of you.

He quickly walked to the director and said something before he returned.

,,Okay, your music is beginning soon. Sing here!’’ Yoosung smiled, the stage was still being hidden by the red curtain.

,,Yoosung…’’ you mumbled but couldn’t say anything since you already had to sing.

The words simply left your mouth, making you feel much better.

No one would have guessed that you were on the verge of having a panic attack a few seconds ago.

And then the stage began. The curtains opened and while looking at Yoosung, the both of you walked in the middle of the stage, continuing to sing...

Jaehee

Hidden in your room, you tried to sing the one line you always messed up, noticing that you didn’t get any better.

,,We should just hide and stay here,’’ you mumbled as you looked to Jaehee.

,,Why we? It’s your stage,’’ she smiled and patted your back.

,,Ah, but I’m scared. I want to stay here,’’ you told her again, trying to calm down.

Jaehee turned your chair so that you could look into her eyes.

,,Mc,’’ she called you.

You looked up at her, her brown eyes somehow making you feel calmer.

,,Breathe with me,’’ she told you and made regulated gasps of air, helping you a bit.

She put her hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat.

Of course you felt as if it would burst out of your chest, but there was nothing to be scared about.

,,I will be there, don’t worry. Just do whatever you can to the best. I will stay in the first line, watching you, so if you have the feeling that everyone is killing you with their eyes, just look at me. I will be there,’’ she whispered, somehow making you calm down.

,,What if I mess up this one line? I -’’ she immediately stopped what you wanted to say and kissed you on your soft lips.

,,You won’t fail, I know it. And if you do, it will be alright. Trust me,’’ she smiled.

And finally, when your name was called, she walked with you hand in hand to the stage, kissing you once again and quickly going on her seat to enjoy the wonderful melody of your voice.

Saeyoung

,,I don’t understand how you- aish,’’ you hissed as you watched the video clip over and over again.

Saeyoung apparently filmed you at your last RFA party.

The RFA as your first guests as you sang with a beautiful voice between your friends, a bottle of water as your microphone.

,,I just thought that everyone should listen to you,’’ he laughed and watched you.

You were sweating.

For years you always declined people who wanted you to sing on stage. Instead, you always uploaded videos of your music on YouTube without anyone seeing you.

And there was Saeyoung, who destroyed everything with a single video.

The worst? He accepted a stage for you.

You would sing on the SBS new year stage in front of the whole Korean population.

And you knew that international fans would watch it too from home.

And there you were, forced to sing.

,,I’m so scared, you know that, and still you’re forcing me to do this,’’ you told him as you rubbed your arms.

,,You need to overcome your fears,’’ he smiled.

You glared at him. ,,Not like that though!’’ you hissed.

But Saeyoung didn’t care, because he assured you that he would be with you.

,,Your backstage dancer,’’ he laughed and kissed you, making you even more unsure of the ending of this adventure.

Indeed, that day he was your backstage dancer.

But you didn’t even see him because everything was so dark.

,,Just stand here,’’ he said a few minutes before everything would begin.

,,No one will see you and you won’t see anybody,’’ he assured you.

And so it was, that when the lights began to burn, people could only see you at the very end of the song, making the surprise even bigger and you overcoming your fears...

Saeran

Your boyfriend rubbed his hands together as he observed you.

He was just as nervous as you were. He felt as if he was no help at all, but at the same time he was so proud of you.

,,Mc,’’ he called you and took your hand, feeling that you were just as cold as he was from the fear.

,,I… I know it’s not right but… we don’t have to. You don’t have to do this,’’ Saeran mumbled.

He didn’t want anybody to force you to do anything.

He knew that music was your passion, but he also knew that you did this because the both of you needed more money.

You looked at him and for a short second, you hesitated.

Should you really give up everything you built up to until now?

You were about to answer him when a chatroom opened up and the RFA began to chat, saying that they were all there to support you.

,,I can’t disappoint them, can I?’’ you asked Saeran.

He smiled and kissed you, his eyes still on you.

,,I’m scared too… but I will come with you, just...let’s just look at each other while you sing, he told you, something you thought was very brave of him.

And so, both of you went on stage, the clapping hands of all those people were so loud, but the heartbeat in your chest was even louder in your ear.

The piano began to play and you knew that soon you would have to begin singing.

And suddenly, as if everything shut down in your brain, you began to sing loudly and clearly.

Before you realized it, Saeran was standing in front of you, his back to the audience.

You weren’t able to see anyone but him.

In his hands were wonderful flowers as you kept singing with all your might, making the room seem magical.

,,You did well,’’ he said when you finished and quickly kissed you, making you close your eyes as the curtain closed up again.

Jihyun

Lucy sat on his lap as he waited for you to come out.

Before he left you, you seemed very nervous.

Jihyun was sure that you were scared, but he also knew that you were strong. He never met anyone stronger than you, so he knew that there wasn’t a problem.

But he couldn’t imagine how sacred you were behind the curtain.

Your hands were playing with the microphone and your mouth was becoming dry.

Soon enough, you had to step out and sing.

But what if you missed a line? 

It was a well known song in Korea, Airang, so if you messed this up, all of South Korea would laugh at you.

,,Now, ladies and gentlemen, Mrs Kim will sing, Airang for you!’’ the man said.

The applause of the people in the hall welcomed you as the curtain opened.

At first the light was too bright but you soon got used to it.

Your eyes quickly searched for Jihyun and your daughter. You thought you would feel better, but your heart wasn’t calming down.

Your daughter was so excited, but you would fail and make her sad soon, maybe people would bully her too because she was the daughter of the most stupid woman in Korea.

The melody began but you stayed silent.

Suddenly, people began to whisper around you and the melody stopped again.

Jihyun stopped smiling as he noticed that you were scared, scared to death and on the verge of crying.

He was ready to bring you down to him, hug you, and stop it for you to make you feel better, but suddenly his daughter loudly screamed ,,YOU ARE NOT SINGING BECAUSE I DIDN’T SAY GOOD LUCK, RIGHT?’’ she asked you.

You smiled and nodded.

,,Good luck mommy! Daddy and I love you, right Daddy?’’ Lucy asked Jihyun, who smiled again and nodded at his little daughter.

,,Right,’’ he said and encouraged you, making the melody play again and finally everyone was blessed with the wonderful voice of yours.

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[3laxx]

Built to Last - Chapter 1

Amity hadn't dreamed to spend her summer like this. She had just graduated from a prestigious private school and had hoped she could escape to her own little adventure until her scholarship at the college starts, but instead, her parents decide to pimp up her résumé and make her a supervisor at their newest little project, a mansion in the middle of nature. She would rather be anywhere else, yet as she meets Luz Noceda, she finds construction work very interesting, all of a sudden. And that's totally not due to the fact that Luz is all her gay dreams coming true.

Heya people! I'm back with a new story!

One of my bigger projects at the moment and one of the reasons why I haven't been uploading for over a month xD I started working in my new job! Also got my first paycheck already! And I've been writing A LOT ever since the start of September! So yeah, this is kind of inspired by my work and I've written quite a bit for this already. It's basically just Luz being hot, Amity being gay, and a lot of mad blushes x)

Ao3 / FF.net

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As Amity’s car came to a stop, she sighed, before pulling the handbrake and looking up to the mansion that was standing in front of her.

Or rather, the structural work she could see. While the shape of the mansion was already erected, with the base and all the walls out of sturdy concrete standing, there was still a lot to do.

Her parents had decided to build a giant new mansion in the middle of a huge land they had purchased, full of forest and beautiful scenery, and it was on her to oversee the construction.

It wasn’t that Amity had any idea how construction worked.

Her parents were on a business trip, like almost all her life long, and her siblings were in the middle of their studies, and focusing on this was of the utmost importance in the Blight household.

Amity was twenty now and had just graduated from an expensive private school her parents had sent her to, to enable a scholarship at a very renowned university.

So, essentially, her summer had been meant to be free and be spent by maybe relaxing for once, maybe even traveling a little, but since her mother detested holes in her résumé, she had to be kept busy somehow.

This meant that her position in overseeing the progress on their new mansion project was registered as “construction project management” and she was required to at least show up once a day and stay for a few hours.

She knew exactly what her parents' plan was.

They believed workers worked twice as fast and neatly when the customer was standing right behind them and monitoring their progress personally.

In short, her parents believed in intimidation.

It really wasn’t Amity’s style to be a fearmonger and do nothing more than to annoy the workers and create tension in their workspace. It was an issue of trust, that Amity had in the companies her parents had hired, but her parents didn’t and she couldn’t understand why.

After years of being monitored down to the littlest detail, she knew out of experience that someone breathing down her neck wasn’t something that helped along with productivity, quality, or speed.

But her parents had put her name on the project, it was all over everyone’s plans and she was an official member of the board overseeing this construction.

It wasn’t mandatory for her to show up to the site in her job description, nor was it mandatory for her to oversee any progress. But her parents had made sure to let her know what they expected of her before they had left. Amity hated that she was so intimidated by her parents to fulfill their wishes even if they weren’t here, even if she wasn’t sure if they were still on the same continent, but she was and so she had driven up here every single day and seen the mansion be built up completely in a matter of a month. Well, construction had already started when she had still been in school, so she hadn’t seen all of it.

Her parents had done that, of course.

Sighing, she got out of the car and headed up to the mansion, located on a little hill, towering above the giant property. It was a holiday getaway, her parents had insisted, even if she believed it was more to house some high-ranking guests, maybe some politicians her parents paid, to get in their good graces.

She mostly had that theory because she couldn’t remember the last time her parents had taken a genuine break from their work. Granted, sometimes they traveled to some holiday homes or some luxury hotels, but even these were sprinkled by meeting someone, having a friendly round of golf to discuss business and such things.

Her parents never acted without their business in the back of their heads.

Shaking her head, Amity freed her thoughts of her parents. She didn’t want to think of them. Coming in a few months she would move far away from them, actually near where they were building this mansion right now, and start her studies. And then she would only have to deal with them whenever they cooked up another business thing and roped Amity in, or at family holidays to keep the illusion of a happy family. She was just glad her siblings would be there with her.

Today, the interior design team would start.

The structural work was done, as far as it went, as were all the systems in place like heating, water, and gas.

Now, they had commissioned a fairly small local company building luxury interiors to do all the decorating in the entire house with floors, walls, ceilings, doing all the interior design of the sanitary rooms and kitchen, as well as all built-in furniture and whatever else Amity could think of.

It wasn’t that Amity knew what was necessary for the installation of everything, but she had self-taught quite a lot of theory through videos online due to a personal interest of hers and at least had an idea of what they were talking about.

Not that she let them in on that.

Whenever she had been there overseeing construction of the structural work, she had done her best to make herself appear as clueless as she could without sounding dumb, so they would be able to relax a little more.

If someone was looking over your shoulder who had no idea what you were doing anyway, it’d always feel more relaxed.

She hoped to at least relieve some of the intended intimidation meant by her parents.

Approaching the estate, she already saw some of her colleagues looking in her direction, some of the actual project managers, and a new site manager that she didn’t know yet. She had long black hair and a relatively tall statue, as well as a rigid posture. She was wearing a suit, too.

Did someone tell her Amity was coming?

If so, and she had decided to wear a suit just for her, that’d be embarrassing.

She appeared to acknowledge her arrival but turned back to another site engineer that Amity hadn’t had the pleasure of being introduced to yet. She looked very similar to the other one, only that her hair was really long, gray, and in a rather messy ponytail.

She also wore work pants and a simple shirt with the name of the company printed on the back and, smaller, on the chest. Amity immediately recognized the symbol on the woman’s chest as the one printed on the van next to them as well, which was a stylized owl, and read Clawthorne Sisters beneath it.

Amity had been excited for them to arrive. Now that the concrete was in place, all the drywall installations were finished and all the necessary cables and pipes were installed, the interesting part would begin. Making everything look like a home, instead of a palace of concrete and ugly pipes.

Or, well…

A house. Make it look like a house, instead of a skeleton. This mansion would never become home to anybody.

Finally arriving at the front door, Amity greeted all the project managers, engineers, and architects she already knew, who didn’t show up every day but had only come here to oversee the start of the interior design, before turning to the tall woman with a clipboard and strikingly green eyes.

“Good morning, my name is Amity Blight.”, she started and held out a hand to the woman, whose eyebrows shot up at the mention of her last name. Apparently, nobody had told her that she would be coming and Amity felt relief flooding her veins when she realized that this site manager had not dressed up for her.

“Lilith Clawthorne, it’s my pleasure.”, she greeted back and they shook hands, before she turned to the other, an equally tall woman next to her.

“This is Edalyn Clawthorne, site engineer and master mechanic of our company. You may direct any questions you have about plans, time management and schedules at me, and any technical questions at her.”, Amity nodded to that and shook the other woman’s hand as well. They seemed to be the sisters after which the company was named.

“Alright, good to know.”, she said but didn’t continue any further, so she just listened to the project managers talk for a while, before looking around and finding the master mechanic missing.

The site manager seemed to notice this.

“If you like, Miss Blight, we can head inside and oversee the progress since this morning.”

To that, Amity nodded, although a feeling of dread pooled in her stomach.

This meant producing the stress her parents wanted. They had explicitly instructed the project managers to inform their workers not to address them or interrupt their tour in any way.

In Amity’s experience, this had always resulted in tensions.

But Ms. Clawthorne was already heading inside and everyone else stepped back to let Amity in first, so she followed.

Just after the door, they each took a helmet from a prepared stand and put it on, since there would be overhead installation going on and the Clawthorne Sisters company had insisted on everyone, without exception, to wear a helmet. That had just made them all the more attractive to Amity, while she already held them in high regard judging from their portfolio and versatility in interior design and luxury decorations.

As expected, the conversations between some workers installing a floor in the entrance area quickly died out and they hunched over, focusing on their task ahead. They stopped as Ms. Clawthorne began explaining how these natural floorboards would be imported for them, ground and finished to feel natural yet soft, while Amity began looking around.

There were a lot of new faces around here since the Clawthorne Sisters had brought all their workers and replaced the construction crew almost completely, safe for a few left-over workers who cleaned up the last of their work and deconstructed some equipment they had used.

Amity mostly noted how young most of them were.

The entrance area was manned by two boys, maybe even younger than her, who were doing some of the easier tasks, managing wires to be hidden by the floorboards by tying them together and treating some sealed pipes. Down the hallway she saw a girl, around her age, managing some wires in the walls and making sure everything was neat and orderly for the wall decorations to be installed on top.

Taking a few steps away from the planning team, she peeked into the main lobby and saw three more people, two boys, and a girl, rearranging some supplies and equipment they had brought to be stashed in the wide space and not be in anyone’s way, looking just a bit older than her.

“Huh…”, she felt herself mumbling, before turning back and feeling all eyes on her as she returned to the group, immediately feeling a blush rising.

“Is everything to your expectations, Miss Blight?”, Ms. Clawthorne asked and she was quick to nod.

“Oh, yes, everything is alright!”, she was quick to assure, but the piercing eyes of the site manager quickly realized there was a question forming, so Amity seized the opportunity, “Just… I’ve seen a lot of workers my age. Do you usually employ younger workers?” To her surprise, Ms. Clawthorne smiled at that, something she hadn’t expected to see today when she had seen the slight scowl she always seemed to wear on her lips.

“We’ve had a few workers leaving the company for their retirement lately, and my sister and I strongly agree to encourage and support the younger generations to get an education in handicrafts. We have assembled a strong team of young employees and trainees for our company and they’ve proven to be very reliable, you can be assured.”

Amity nodded at that and quickly jumped in to reassure that her question wasn’t meant as a critique or concern.

“Oh, I wasn’t worrying! I think that’s very progressive.”, she quickly said and earned a nod from Ms. Clawthorne, giving her the feeling that she had just risen in her respect before the group continued walking through the mansion. Ms. Clawthorne pointed out a few things, explained some others, and they gradually lost more and more project managers and architects to discuss plans in more detail, until just Ms. Clawthorne and Amity were left to walk through the upper level, talking about some decoration elements that would be installed up here in the master bedroom, their conversation having turned rather relaxed and almost amicable after they left all the workers and other project planners behind and had some time to get to know each other better.

Until someone came stomping up the stairs rather loudly.

Ms. Clawthorne, Lilith, as she had assured her, immediately stiffened up and Amity turned to locate the commotion, seeing a tall girl her age come barreling up the stairs with some boards on her shoulder, a wide grin on her face with white teeth that shone against her dark skin in the contrast, as she jogged up the last few steps.

The girl turned, the boards swinging around, and suddenly, Amity saw the boards coming her way, right at the height of her face.

Seemingly just before impact, the girl gave the boards a nudge while Amity was already ducking her head, and a cheerful voice that sounded like it was laughing a lot in her life, sounded.

“Whoops! Duck!”, she exclaimed and the boards went right over Amity’s head, bonking her helmet, before she dared to look up again, watching the girl stopping right in front of her, still turned sideways not to have the boards that she was balancing on her shoulder trying to decapitate Amity again.

“Woah there, that was almost bad! You good?”, the girl chuckled, her not-so-scrawny shoulders shaking in delight, before giving Amity’s helmet a knock with her knuckles. Her ears were almost ringing from the knocking and she ducked her head again, only then did the girl let off, “That’s what the helmets are for!”

Amity managed a nod but the girl was already walking past her, whistling a happy tune, while waving her hand back at them.

“Sorry again!”, she called, before rounding the corner and apparently finding a coworker of hers with which she began talking, her voice carrying away the further she went.

The young Blight was embarrassed to admit that she had stared after her toned forearms and biceps, her slim calves, and her back long after she had vanished behind a wall.

Slowly, Amity could relax her shoulders again and straightened back up, adjusting her helmet, and turning back to Ms. Clawthorne. To claim she was furious was probably an understatement.

Her entire face with a rather fair skin tone was flaming while she looked after where the girl had gone and she was shaking in anger.

Turning away from Amity, probably to shield her from her voice, she yelled after the girl, raising her fist.

“LUZ NOCEDA, COME BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!”, she yelled and Amity couldn’t deny she had flinched before the melodic voice with the slightest Spanish accent called back.

“Just a moment, Lily! Be right there!”, she faintly called, but Amity couldn’t focus. All she could think about was her name that she had just learned, and she swore she wouldn’t forget it.

Luz Noceda.

“You wanted to talk to me?”, the girl, Luz, grinned as she came back, this time without boards, and propped her hands upon her waist. Only now, Amity could get a proper look at her.

She felt her heart speeding up when she took in her whole appearance. Luz was wearing worn-out safety shoes, some loose-fitting shorts, and a dark pullover with the company’s logo printed on her chest with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, as well as a toolbelt and a helmet on her brown, sweaty, and very messy hair.

Her face was cute and looked like she was a lot of fun to be around, her brown eyes sparkling with joy about something she had just experienced, maybe a joke with a coworker, judging from the volume at which she had been laughing downstairs and down the hall.

Well, Amity had known she was gay, but that gay?

Gulping, she took in the girl in front of her that was about half a head taller than her, then she flinched at Ms. Clawthorne’s voice winning in volume again.

“Luz Noceda! First of all, workplace safety! You know exactly to check your way when carrying big loads. And second of all, you apologize immediately! Do you know who-”

Luz seemingly shrunk more and more with each word her boss was yelling at her, and since she couldn’t bear watching that bubbliness being suppressed like this, Amity acted unthinkingly and cut into her tirade, holding out her hand.

“I’m Amity. Pleasure to meet you.”, she quickly exclaimed, a little louder than planned to interrupt Ms. Clawthorne, but her speaking up had an immediate effect.

The older woman next to her gulped the rest of her sentence and switched her gaze from Luz down to Amity, staring silently.

In contrary to her boss, Luz was apparently delighted. Immediately, her shoulders straightened again and she took Amity’s hand after taking off her glove, grinning.

“Luz. Sorry for slamming the boards on your head, I’ll take better care next time. You the architect’s intern or something?”, she replied while shaking Amity’s hand and she giggled, shaking her head, paying Ms. Clawthorne no mind while she started getting angry again, ready to make Luz three heads shorter.

“No, I’m-… Doesn’t matter.”, she laughed, waving it off, “A-And, uh, don’t worry about the boards, that’s why we wear helmets.”

Luz gave her the finger guns and clicked with her tongue, before pulling on her glove again.

“Alright then, have a lot of fun planning or whatever you guys do, I’ll do more interesting stuff.”

She winked and Amity could’ve sworn she was flirting with her. Which completely distracted her from the fact that Ms. Clawthorne’s eyelid was already twitching in uncontrolled rage.

While Luz sauntered off, Amity caught the attention of her boss again, eager not to let her be too mad at her employee. Trying a careful approach to change the topic, she softly clapped her hands together, winning back Ms. Clawthorne’s attention.

“So… I believe we haven’t talked about the bathrooms yet, am I correct?”, she inquired and Ms. Clawthorne immediately switched back to her polite way, nodding stiffly.

“Yes, Miss Blight, right this way.”, she offered Amity to walk ahead and led her down the same hallway Luz had gone, and she couldn’t stop herself from peeking inside the room Luz and a coworker of hers were preparing to work on, catching a glimpse of Luz’s toned calves flexing when she stood on her tiptoes to mark something on the wall.

Unfortunately, the door went by quickly and she couldn’t see much more of her when she had already walked past, before having to turn back to the topics her parents wanted her to discuss. Which was a lot drier planning and listening and trying to visualize complicated construction plans.

It really wasn’t that Amity wasn’t interested in learning all of this. She loved hearing about construction projects and planning where to put elements to create a harmonizing room.

But now that she had seen Luz?

Well, it wasn’t that Amity was overly starved of seeing attractive people. There were a lot of attractive people in her close environment, some of her friends for example and she couldn’t deny that most of her family’s acquaintances were fairly good-looking as well.

But something about Luz had fascinated her.

The way she moved, the way she was covered in dust and sweat and had still smelled kind of good. The way her eyes were sparkling and how she was so comfortable in her own skin, walking through her life as if she was exactly in the place where she wanted to be.

Amity was fascinated by the honest and self-assured way she was moving, behaving, and acting.

And, well, there was the fact that Luz was just ridiculously attractive to her.

She sure as hell wouldn’t forget the way her white teeth shone against her dark skin and how her muscles moved and-

“I’m afraid I must ask you to excuse me, Miss Blight.”, a firm voice suddenly interrupted her thinking and she looked up from the plan Ms. Clawthorne had spread on a nearby table, only then hearing the ringing of a phone. Mutely nodding, Amity took a step back to grant her some privacy and tried to look back at the plan, making some sense of what she saw. It was some kind of cover for the bathtub, she believed. Or was it for the sinks?

Internally groaning, she shook her head to herself. If she hadn’t spent dreaming about Luz the entire time she would have an idea of what Ms. Clawthorne had been explaining to her and she’d be able to work out what the plan was about.

But, as luck would have it, she got off her phone and turned to her with an apologetic face.

“I’m very sorry, Miss Blight, but I’ll have to cut our tour short here. Some of my workers have started laser measuring the walls downstairs and I’m afraid I have to join them and the architect to work out the plans for that. Do you need me to bring you back to the front door?”

Her chance!

Quickly, Amity shook her head and smiled.

“Oh, no thanks! I will look around a bit more and get back to you before I leave, thank you.”, she excused the woman and without missing a beat, the site manager nodded and left her to her own devices.

It wasn’t that Amity had wanted her to go, but now she could maybe sneak a peek at the attractive worker, Luz, again…?

Tempted to slap herself, she furrowed her eyebrows.

Spying on workers?

How shameful. She shouldn’t do that.

Humming, Amity turned to wander out of the bathroom-to-be and down the hallway again, hearing voices getting louder the closer she drew to the room where she had seen Luz starting her work. But instead of spotting the ridiculously attractive girl, she was met by her rather sturdy coworker with slightly chubby cheeks, a kind face, and dark hair, along with the dark-skinned boy she had seen in the entrance hall already. They both talked quieter when they noticed her wandering past and Amity picked up her pace to be out of their hair as quickly as possible again.

She wondered where Luz had gone.

Maybe she had gone downstairs again to get more boards?

Amity decided that checking it out wouldn’t hurt, so she walked downstairs, past some more surprisingly young workers and some of the management board nodding to her politely, before stepping out of the entrance area again into the fresh air and breathing through.

Behind her, the work was picking up and she began hearing a drill hammering into some concrete, as well as a saw somewhere around the mansion, but she didn’t think much of it, the air was feeling way too nice after walking through the dusty construction site.

Wait a minute…

She had seen Luz carrying up boards from below. Maybe she had cut them to length?

More out of curiosity than anything, Amity stepped off the porch and rounded the mansion, peeking around a corner, only to spot the very same girl she had found herself losing her concentration to upstairs, standing by some trestle legs on which she had placed boards, cutting them with a circular saw. She looked very concentrated and was wearing some ear protection now, as well as some glasses to protect herself from the saw dust.

Amity clenched her hand around the corner of the house when she felt her heart speeding up, licking her lips when she saw how Luz was leaning forward a bit more, the muscles on her elbow coming out.

She wasn’t overly muscular or anything, and Amity didn’t like bodybuilder types anyway, but it showed that Luz had worked in this field for quite some time already, and with being on constructions like this one, she probably got all the workout she needed just by working.

Humming, Amity finally decided to stop being a creep and pretend to be on her phone like a normal human, pulling it out to pretend and tap on it a little while walking out from the corner.

She did her best to appear busy on her phone, but Luz didn’t even acknowledge her.

Better for her, because she could keep staring.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Amity could see the saw dust covering Luz’s forearms, giving them a slight sheet of dust, and she wished she could be closer to watch her cutting those boards in more detail.

But this was getting really creepy. She should stop.

Shaking her head, Amity groaned and looked up to the sky, before shooting Luz one last glance and walking back to the entrance area, putting her phone away.

Maybe she could talk to her someday. Or just listen to her again.

Grumbling to herself, Amity did one last tour of the whole house, waiting and hoping for her confidence to build up again to talk to the cute girl, but when she had walked past Ms. Clawthorne a second time, she supposed she had to wave that wish goodbye.

Bidding her goodbyes to all the members of the project management board, she walked back to her car and sat in the driver’s seat, defeated.

Now she had had the chance to have normal conversations here, the entire mansion was full of young workers instead of moody old men, and she had blown it. She could only hope Luz would be there tomorrow.

Sending a last, longing gaze to the now-abandoned saw sitting on the trestle legs, she started her car and put it in reverse.

Either this had been it or she would have another chance tomorrow.

For now, this was enough for her. But this evening she would deeply regret leaving without having tried anything because when she lied down to sleep, the pictures of an unfairly attractive girl working at the site wouldn’t leave her mind alone.

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“LUZ NOCEDA!”, a voice yelled from downstairs just before the evening and the young woman currently handling the last of the wires listened up.

“Oh, that sounded like Lilith.”, she noted and Willow snorted.

“Ya think?”, she asked and Luz grumbled when she got up, shooting Willow a look.

“I don’t need your sass right now, Willow.”, she shot back at her friend who just snickered, shaking her head before going back to drilling holes into the boards for tomorrow.

“COME DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”, made both of them flinch, causing Luz to duck her head.

“You better go, she sounds seriously angry.”, Willow shooed Luz with a handwave, putting her drill into position again.

Luz quickly made her way out of the room and down the hallway towards the stairs, where she already saw Lilith standing at the base of them.

Gulping, she made her way down and Lilith glared at her, making her grimace.

“Uh, yes?”, she sheepishly responded, already scared of what she had done wrong when Lilith turned and waved her to follow. Oh, this was bad.

If she didn’t want to scold her in front of everyone, she was going to get the harshest yelling she had ever gotten. Lilith led her outside, before turning back to the young woman and holding out her finger, her face uncharacteristically red.

“Do you have any idea what you did today?!”, she hissed and Luz pulled up her shoulders, eyes wide.

“Did-… Did I, uh, what did I do?”, she carefully asked, but that only seemed to explode Lilith’s rage.

“You embarrassed us IN FRONT OF OUR CUSTOMER!!”, she finally yelled and Luz could already feel all eyes on her while her coworkers gathered on the windows to watch where the yelling had come from.

“O-Our customer?”, Luz ducked her head more when Lilith got redder.

“YOU SLAMMED BOARDS ON HER HEAD, YOU IDIOT!!”, she screamed and Luz’s heart dropped into her pants. So that fancy-dressed had been because she had been the customer.

Oh.

Oooooh.

She had… She had bonked boards on her head and then knocked on her helmet. On their… On their million-dollar assignment customer.

Gulping, Luz sunk into herself more. She had absolutely blown their assignment, hadn’t she? She had just lost the company a couple Million dollars, she had gotten all of her coworkers fired, she’d pay compensation for the rest of her life, she would-

“You’re lucky she wasn’t hurt!! This could’ve gone very differently! I don’t know what kind of guardian angel you blackmailed to look over you, but if this had been Odalia Blight you would’ve been dead and the company along with you!!”, Lilith got closer to her and her screaming suddenly dropped to a very dangerous whisper, “If this hadn’t been the daughter of our customer, I would’ve killed you on the spot. You’re lucky she’s a lot nicer than her mother.”

Gulping, Luz leaned back a little.

“I-I’m not fired…?”, she tried and Lilith finally found back to her normally pale skin color, adjusting her suit.

“Your mother and my sister would have my head if I fired you. Also, Miss Blight was very forgiving and didn’t cancel our assignment, yet. We’re allowed to continue working for now. Until that’s not clear, though, you better not step too far away from the hanging tree, because I will personally put the hangman’s noose around your neck if the Blights terminate that job. Is that understood?”, Lilith got dangerously close again and Luz gulped, rubbing her neck.

“Very graphically understood.”, she mumbled and Lilith glared at her one more time, before straightening back up and walking back to the construction site.

“If you speak to her again, it will be an absolute emergency and you will do so politely and with some respect and dignity. And now clear up your things, we’ll leave at five sharp and if you’re late you’ll sleep here.”

Grumbling, Luz patted her chest to attempt and soothe her beating heart, before running a hand through her dusty hair and shaking it out. This had been shorter than she had anticipated.

Once again rubbing over her neck, she then followed Lilith inside and sighed. She was looking forward to the days where the jobs would be mundane enough for Lilith to stay in the office and let Eda handle the coordination. Having Eda as her superior instead of Lilith was absolutely preferable.

Well, if she was lucky, she would have to focus on work so much she wouldn’t even have time to acknowledge Miss Blight anymore. Maybe she also wouldn’t come back tomorrow, after all, the rich and wealthy had other things to worry about, right?

Especially their customers, who were paying for this giant mansion.

Humming, she entered the building again and ignored all her coworkers looking at her, before starting to pack up the tools she had used and collecting her personal stuff, like her gloves and jacket.

Willow shot her a sympathetic glance and Luz clapped on her shoulder to reassure her that she was okay for now, then they all gathered around their bus to be taken back to the company so they could end the day.

The whole evening, though, Luz fretted going to work the next day, fearing the possible encounter with the Blight girl. Hopefully, she wouldn’t show up so Luz wouldn’t risk her head, her financial stability, and her dignity for all eternity.

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Mamamoo reaction to meeting their ex at their debut

A/N: Hey guys!! This will probably be the last post for a week, because I’m going on vacation again. Sorry for the inconsistent uploading schedule lately. Soon my semester will start again though, so my life will hopefully be more consistent again :D

Solar

“Who are the flowers for?”

Moonbyul asked confused when she saw Yongsun getting out of the car, anxiously clutching some flowers.

“Um...Y/N’s group is debuting today. And you know...I thought, just in case we run into each other, I don’t want to be emptyhanded...”

Yongsun stuttered and her members looked at her skeptically. Which was understandable.

It had been two months now since Yongsun had broken up with you and it took no genius to see how much she regretted that decision. She had thought that your relationship was only a burden in your tight schedule, so she wanted to free you of it. But in hindsight, she realized how hard it was for not to be a part of your life anymore. Who was taking care of you now?

Therefore, she wanted to use this chance today to make sure that you were doing alright. It was totally, absolutely no way of trying to win you back. This was just a selfless and subtle gesture without any ulterior motives. At least that was what she told herself in order to appease her bad conscious.

As soon as Yongsun entered the venue, she started looking for you. Your group’s dressing room was just two doors down the hallway, and she contemplated whether she should “run into you” before or after your performance. Figuring that you needed to focus for now, she decided to try getting a hold of you after the show ended. Gladly, she was in the show business for long enough to not let her state of distraction show during her own performance, but as soon as she stepped off the stage her nervousness came rushing back.

With knees like jelly, she walked up and down the hallway till you finally stepped out of your dressing room and actually almost ran into her.

“Y/N! What a coincidence that we meet here.”

Yongsun chuckled nervously, but when your gaze landed on the flowers in her hand, she realized how stupid she must sound.

“Coincidence, huh?”

You raised your eyebrow skeptically and Yongsun could feel her cheeks starting to glow.

“Anyways...I wanted to give you these. I saw your performance and you were awesome. All of you were, of course, not only you.”

She tried to save herself, but with every word, she sounded more like a stuttering mess.

“Thanks.”

You answered shortly before immediately turning on your heel as soon as you took the flowers. Panic started to make Yongsun’s heart beat twice as fast and a surge of adrenaline clouded her better judgement as she saw you walking away.

“I regret leaving you!”

She suddenly blurted out, causing you to stop in your tracks.

So much for being subtle.

Moonbyul

“You know what, I’m just going to wish Y/N good luck. I mean we’re both adults, so we should behave maturely. There is nothing wrong with wishing someone good luck. Every decent human being would do that, right? You don’t think I am being clingy, right? Right, guys?”

The other members huffed annoyed after another one of Moonbyul’s ramblings.

For weeks now, Moonbyul went from being awfully confident in her plan to being completely anxious and none of the members knew how to help her at this point. And neither did Moonbyul herself. She had broken up with you over a year ago because neither of you had taken care of the relationship like you were supposed to, but till this day, she still didn’t know how to face you. Therefore, the wordcount between the two of you added up to zero ever since the breakup and now Moonbyul felt stupid for finding you on the day of your debut.

She would just let the universe decide.

If the two of you ran into each other, she would talk to you. But if not, she would accept that it wasn’t meant to be. Therefore, she didn’t stress herself out when she stepped into the venue. A variety of staff members and some occasional idols were running around in the backstage area and Moonbyul sighed. Why had she made such a fuss beforehand? The venue was big enough to avoid a person that you didn’t want to see.

That is if the universe didn’t have other plans.

“Moonbyul?”

Your voice made Moonbyul’s blood freeze and she stopped dead in her tracks. With wide eyes, she turned around to see you standing only a few steps in front of her with a big smile on your lips.

“I thought it was you! Hey! How are you?”

You hadn’t changed a bit. You were still the same loving and charismatic person that you had always been and Moonbyul instantly felt the last bit of anxiety leaving her body.

“Hey, Y/N! I’m doing good. How are you though on your big day?”

Moonbyul walked a few steps closer to you, happy to see that all of her concerns had been in vain. There was nothing awkward about this encounter and you didn’t seem to be bitter because of the breakup.

“Ugh...I’m nervous beyond belief.”

You whined and reflexively, Moonybul reached out to grab your hand. For a second, she froze, but when you didn’t pull away, she squeezed it encouragingly.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. I know that you are a great performer. I’ve always seen it.”

Moonbyul smiled softly, causing you to blush.

“Thanks, Moonbyul. That means a lot to me.”

Right when you closed your mouth, your leader called you and you needed to rush off. All Moonbyul was able to say was ‘Good luck’ before you slipped out of sight. Deep in thought and a little shell-shocked by her own discovery, she made her way to her own dressing room to seek the help of her members who were already waiting for her expectantly.

“Guys, I think I want Y/N back.”

Wheein

“Are you nervous?”

Hyejin asked from beside her as the two of them were driving to the venue of the music show.

“I don’t know whether I would call it nervousness. I would call it...curiosity maybe. I’m curious to see how our encounter will be.”

Wheein answered thoughtfully and turned her head to look at her best friend who had a concerned expression on her face.

“Now that Y/N has debuted, I think we’re going to run into each other a lot from now on. So we should probably learn how to deal with it.”

Hyejin skeptically scanned her face but nodded in agreement once she realized that Wheein wasn’t showing any signs of nervousness.

And Wheein was being honest. There was a time a few weeks ago when she had learned that your groups would be on the same show together that she felt a little uneasy. You hadn’t parted on bad terms, but your breakup had still hurt. Both of you had lost yourselves in your hectic lives and your relationship hadn’t been where it was supposed to be, but that didn’t mean that losing you wasn’t hard. It had taken Wheein a few months to stop her heart from aching every time she saw something that reminded her of you. But by now, she was feeling fine; she was feeling prepared to see you again.

Nevertheless, she wasn’t so sure how you would react. Therefore, Wheein moved around very carefully in the venue in order to not accidentally run into you. If you were to meet today, it should be on her terms. And she decided that it would be best if she quickly stopped by your dressing room to wish you luck before your stage. That’s what every good friend would do, and she wanted to be one for you.

Half an hour before your performance, Wheein stood in front of your door, fixing her clothes one last time before knocking three times. It didn’t take long till a manager of yours swung open the door and instantly ushered her inside when he recognized her.

“Y/N?”

He called out your name, causing you to turn your head.

As soon as your gazes met, it seemed like the rest of the dressing room suddenly faded into the background. The loud babbling and tumultuous running of the others wasn’t bothersome at all as the two of you shyly walked towards each other.

“Hey.”

You said and Wheein waved awkwardly in response.

“I wanted to wish you all the best for your performance. I’m really looking forward to it and I know that all your fans are going to be really proud. Just like me.”

A wide smile spread on your face and you thanked her profusely before casually starting to chat with her about the past months.

That actually went smoother as expected.

But what was that warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of Wheein’s stomach?

Hwasa

Was Hyejin a smooth talker? No. Did she know how to defuse an awkward situation though? Also no.

Nothing made Hyejin more nervous than knowing that she could potentially run into you today; not even the thousands of haters that would wait for every single of her mistakes during Mamamoo’s performance. There was just so much uncertainty surrounding you. Would you be mad at her? Would she throw you for a loop and mess up your debut?

It would probably be for the better if she avoided you today. Therefore, Hyejin moved around the venue like a ninja. Her face was pretty much completely veiled even after she had stepped inside, and she hid herself behind her members until they entered their own dressing room. Everything was going according to plan until her members decided to throw unexpected hurdles into her way.

“Hyejin, could you get us some more water from the lounge down the hall?”

Yongsun asked while the makeup artist was working on her eyes.

“Me?”

Hyejin screeched panicked, attracting the attention of the others.

“Yes you... the managers are busy right now and we ran out of water.”

Her leader pointed at the mountain of empty water bottles, causing Hyejin to sigh dramatically. Everyone truly seemed to be busy and she was the only one sitting around.

Reluctantly, she got up from the couch and dragged her feet to the door. Very carefully, she opened it and peeked her head out to make sure that the coast was clear before slipping into the hallway. A number of other idols crossed her way and she greeted all of them politely, but Hyejin didn’t even stop once to chat, because her goal was to return to the dressing room as fast as possible. She was about to return when a familiar voice suddenly made her heart stop. It was coming closer and closer and in her state of panic, Hyejin quickly jumped behind the couch of the lounge room. Her breathing had become erratic by now, but she tried to be as silent as possible.

“Um...Hyejin, what are you doing?”

You suddenly asked confused and Hyejin closed her eyes in shame. Busted. Slowly, she crawled out of her hiding spot, smiling to distract from her cheeks that were glowing bright red.

“Oh hey, Y/N. I haven’t even seen you there.”

She stated sheepishly while scratching her neck.

“So you always chill behind couches?”

You tilted your head questioningly, causing Hyejin to giggle nervously.

“Your debut! It’s today!”

Nice catch, Hyejin thought to herself. You immediately started beaming and seemed to have forgotten about her awkward behavior from before.

“Yes, it is! I’m super excited.”

Your wide smile was contagious and Hyejin proudly looked at you.

“You really deserve it, Y/N.”

She stated and you shyly bowed your head.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

You mumbled and suddenly Hyejin was glad that she had run into you. You should know that she was still on your side.

“Well I should get going. Good luck!”

With a last wave, Hyejin made her way back.

“Oh hey, Hyejin!”

Your loud voice made her stop and she turned around in confusion.

“Don’t hide from me the next time. It was nice meeting you.”

You winked cheekily while pointing at the couch, causing Hyejin to blush. Nevertheless, she nodded in agreement before rushing off.

It was nice.

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~A beach day full of feelings~

•Fandom: Ducktales, kinda? I based this fanfiction mostly off of the Italian comics, or "Lustige Taschenbücher" in Germany because the chemistry between the two is ströng there.

•Pairing: Donro, Donald x Gyro

•Warnings/Notes: Trans!Gyro is hinted, otherwise, this is just cute and wholesome. I originally wanted to upload it on valentines day, but I spent the day with my girlfriend and forgot about it, so here you have it now.

Everyone around them seemed to get the hints. Everyone around them seemed to understand what kind of relationship it was between them, better, than the two of them did. They were painfully oblivious, so much so, that they brushed the suspections of the people surrounding them off, even though they weren't unaware of them. But they both knew, or thought to know, that just because they were good friends, and because of that spend more time together, that that didn't mean something was going on between them.

Donald spent the days in the laboratory more often, these days. To upgrade his suit, that had been damaged pretty badly in the last incident with Magica. Even though he only understood half of was the scientist was explaining to him, it was still interesting to see old and new weapons, that were supposed to help him in the fight during crime.

On the inside, he knew that he liked spending the time in the laboratory. Being surrounded by someone. With the scientist in the room, he never had to fear that the silence took over. Silence, that he experienced everyday once the kids were out of the house. Since he never kept a job for more than three days, he didn't have any distraction. Without the three bringing life into the house, it was strangely empty, silent and big.

He had no real entertainment, besides reality TV, but that had changed ever since he spent the days in the laboratory. But he knew, that these days would be numbered pretty soon, after all, Gyro wouldn't have to fix his suit much longer, it was in pretty good condition again and the new weapons and inventions were all added, as much as that was possible.

But Donald didn't want these days to be numbered, which he, of course, couldn't tell Gyro. They were friends, and they did tend to spend some time on the weekend but... That would've been just weird, especially because Donald wasn't an apprentice, and probably wouldn't have been a very good one at that.

"There we go." the voice of the chicken interrupted his thoughts and the duck jumped "It's all fixed and ready for crime fighting again. I bet you were missed on the streets while having your forced break. But these days are over."

Donald was glad, that his suit was repaired again. He was glad, that he could do something against crime again. But on the other side, he was quietly crying. He decided to do something about it "The kids and I wanted to go to the beach on the weekend. And as a thankful gesture-" Since he obviously didn't have the money to pay the scientist "You could join us?"

The inventor seemed surprised. Not, that this was the first weekend he spend with the duck, but usually it was pretty spontaneous. Donald had never flat out asked like this, especially not in the middle of the week. "I.."

Gyro look around over his stuff, and his tables, and sighted "Think I could use a break"

When Donald returned home, the kids were already home too. He could tell by the mess in the hallway and the tossed aside schoolbags. He knew that homework hadn't been touched yet by either of them, but was too relaxed to care. He was in a good mood, but didn't really want to realise why. He just told himself it was because he could finally protect the city, and therefore the people that meant something to him, again. That was the reason, surely.

Donald decided to make pancakes for dinner, and when the kids came down the stairs because they had smelled them, they noticed that something was definitely up with their uncle "Why are you so relaxed?" "Yeah, why aren't you mad at us for not doing our homework yet?" "Did something exciting happen? Did you win the lottery? Are we rich?" "Are we rich?" "Are we?"

Donald chuckled. He wished. Well, technically, the family was rich, but he would've never gotten a single coin from his uncle, at least not until he eventually passed away. "We're not rich." He said as he sat down "I just..." He shrugged "Had a good day. Oh, and, we won't be going to the beach alone."

The three were, on their own, very well aware that their uncle had a crush. It wasn't something he could hide very well. The signs were too obvious. And they were also aware that this crush was centered towards a certain inventing chicken. But Donald, admitting that? Wouldn't happen. "Will Gyro be joining us?" Louie asked, his brothers chuckling in the background. God, it was so obvious "Yes. And that's nothing to make fun of! We're good friends and I'm being nice to him as a reward for all the good things he has done for us in the past! Including inventing stuff that wasn't only useful for me."

He looked at the three, and they knew what he was talking about. Their video game, that they could scan themselves into. Yeah, that was indeed a rad thing.

The rest of the evening wasn't so quiet, the three just couldn't stop teasing their uncle, no matter how often he kept denying a crush.

Gyro, on the other hand, wasn't much better. Not, that he wasn't well aware of the fact that he was a gay chicken.

No, he was just nervous of the thought of sharing a beach day with Donald, even though spending the weekends with the duck wasn't unusual. Sometimes, Donald would just come over for new inventions or to get something on his suit fixed, and afterwards they'd go to a café or watch a movie. Nothing unusual, just things that friends did.

And since they were friends, he was confused about his sudden nervousness. Why was a day at the beach something that suddenly scared him? After all these years, feathers had obviously grown over the scars on his chest, and he felt confident with being a male chicken.

In any way, the nervousness caused him to loose his concentration and he sighted in frustration. He wouldn't get anything done anymore, he had to take a break and clear his thoughts.

But eventually, the dreaded saturday did arrive, and there was nothing they both could do about it.

And even though they both were beyond nervous, they were also excited to spent the day with the person that meant something to them, even though they both weren't aware yet, what exactly that certain something was.

"Have we got everything?"

Donald asked, afraid that 313 would explode at any minute, judging by how full the poor car was. A single pool float was laying around, and he had almost tripped over it, and the sunscreen seemed to glue his feathers together, but he didn't care. Today was a good day, and he wouldn't let it get ruined by his reappearing bad luck.

"We think so!"

The triplets shouted back as they pressed themselves on the backseat of the car. After Donald had made sure they were strapped into their seats, like the good uncle he was, he started driving towards the beach.

"So, will you tell him today?"

Huey suddenly asked, the biggest grin plastered across his beak.

"Will I tell who what today?"

Donald asked, although he knew what they were talking about. And he could've sworn he got red under his cheek feathers.

"Will you tell Gyro today-"

Dewey continued "That he's the love of your life?"

Louie ended the sentence.

They didn't care if their uncle was in a gay relationship, as long as he was happy. And Gyro had visited them so often, that by now, they kinda viewed him as a uncle themselves. They just wanted them to finally realise their feelings, and be officially in a relationship. So that their uncle could be constantly as happy as he had been on Wednesday.

"I am not in love with him."

The duck stated, yet again. This wasn't the first time he had to defend himself in front of the kids. "We're very good friends, and that's all their is. Aren't you three glad that your uncle has found a friend?" All that he got in return from them was a simple chuckle. They knew.

After Donald had parked the car, they hopped out of it "Well, we wish you luck"

They said, before running, trying to find a good spot for themselves and the two love birds. They didn't want to be in the way of their confession.

And Donald, who was waiting at his car, did think about their words.

In love? Him? Well... He certainly knew how love felt, but... Yes, he liked to spent time with the chicken. Yes, he liked the chicken around him, and his company. And yes, they had slipped in each others arm once or twice during sleeping, but love? Didn't love cause butterflies in your stomach and a fast beating heart? He didn't feel anything of that. So it couldn't be love after all, right?

While Donald was lost in his thoughts, Gyro was already on the way to the beach, glowing with excitement.

He was, semi, aware of his feelings, or at least by now finally knew that they extended friendship. He wasn't sure yet in what way, but he was sure of one thing: That he was going to find out today. At least he wanted more weekends like this one, he told himself, and when he saw the bright red car on the horizon, he slowed down "I'm here."

He greeted Donald and almost automatically had to smile. This felt so normal, so... Domestic, as if they were a couple for years. Wait. Couple? Had he just really thought that? Blush started to arise at his cheeks, and the duck obviously noticed it, while the two made their way to the beach, the inventor either next to him, or behind him, when the way got slimmer.

"Are you alright? You look so red. Sure you haven't catched a sunburn already?" The worry in his voice came automatically, when you are a uncle of three very active nephews, you're basically worried 24/7. And, he also wanted his friend to be well. Everyone would've cared about their friend, right?

"N-No, I'm alright, the sunscreen is strong enough." Gyro quickly stuttered together, and the sailor just nodded. Eventually, after some silence, Gyro decided it would be best to switch the topic "And, did you try the new suit out yet? I hope everything works well?"

Donald nodded "Yeah, it's really good. I feel safer in this suit than I did before. The new inventions are practical, though some could need improvement." He chuckled.

When the triplets saw them walking over, they decided they had to do something. It was maybe the most cliché plan of their short life's so far, but something had to be done. These two couldn't continue walking around, being so oblivious towards one another.

So, Huey decided to take matters into his own hands and stretched his feet out. Normally, he wouldn't have wished his uncle to trip and fall over, but in this case, it was necessary for once

And, as the bad luck had already foreshadowed, their uncle did trip and fall, the scientist, that had walked behind him, falling on top of Donald. The three cheered, that was exactly what they had wanted. They didn't care how cliché this was, they knew it would work.

And sometimes, the most cliché ways were the best ways. As Donald rolled on his back in a dizzy attempt to orientate himself, his eyes catched the eyes of the scientist. In that moment, he realised it.

Maybe love wasn't all butterflies and a fast beating heart. Maybe love was all about finding comfort in someone. And being at home, with someone. And with Gyro, he certainly was at home.

"I-I love you."

The duck spurted out, his face immediately after becoming so red, that it could have been a rival to the worst sunburn. As Gyro heard the words, the chicken blushed again, before clearing his throat "I-I can only agree. The time we spent together is the most beautiful time of my entire day. I'm always looking forward to it, and when you're gone, I feel lonely. I feel like a part of me is missing. With you..."

"I feel comforted and at home. I feel like I'm in a safe space with someone, that understands me and doesn't judge me. And someone, that certainly knows my deepest secrets."

As the two joined each other in a loving kiss, the triplest cheered. They had known it all along.

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A date...?

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written and uploaded: August 6, 2020

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Last part of 'The Lucky Car'! I'll be uploading a new piece tomorrow as a celebration to my 1st month of writing here on Tumblr!

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"Harry I'm leaving! Be back in a few hours! There's food in the fridge!", you yelled from the top of your lungs as you struggled to put on your shoes, hat and get your keys at the same time.

You saw Harry peaked from the top of the stairs, shirtless and sweaty, "alright love! Take care!", waving at you.

You waved back at him, smiling and left your house after locking the door. This is a normal occurrence for the both of you - you leaving the house as Harry works out.

It has been more than a month since Harry went to live at your home and everyday you both feel somewhat closer to each other.

You manage to suppress your little crush on him, as a respect to him and for yourself as well. Yes, you still find him very much attractive but you promised on being discreet about it - after all, H went to your town to have some privacy after the breakup and the last thing he needs is another heartbreak on his life.

Well you can't say a lot about how Harry feels around you but he certainly looks at you as his friend - a little sister perhaps...? No. He's been a bit of a flirt but you think it's in his nature so you let it slide all the time but he's been nothing but overall a great housemate to you.

You arrived to your main shop a few blocks from your house and did your work as per usual, today was a bit busier than the other days so you decided to stay for the day until closing time without forgetting of informing Harry about it.

Your employees all clocked out a few minutes ago as you insisted on closing the shop, you wanted to try a new recipe and make sure that the ingredients in the kitchen's still stocked.

It's a little quarter to 11 p.m. and you just finished working on this new bagel recipe of yours. The shop is clean altogether, except for the few equipments you've used. You were about to clean your mess when you heard someone knock on the front door. Ushering towards it, you saw Harry.

"Sir, I'm so sorry to inform you but our shop has closed an hour ago."

H rolled his eyes, "oh love, don't be a daft!", he brushed past you and walk towards the counter, "so where's that new bagel you made? I fell asleep and haven't eaten yet...", he told you sheepishly as he scanned the the area before him for the treat.

Locking the door again while laughing at him, you answered, "it's in the kitchen you c-", before you can finish talking, he sprinted towards the door to the kitchen and busted to it.

You followed him expecting to see him munching on it already but you're wrong. Before you is the very tall Harry Styles on your kitchen crouching down to smell the bagels you just made with his hands both on his back. He looked up at you when he felt you approach with the eyes you often see on kids when they're asking their parents something.

"Can I?", he asked, eyes a little wide and lips sporting a little pout. You we're about to answer him when you heard his stomach grumble. You felt bad for him, he's not starving himself on purpose, you know that, writing is just taking a toll on him.

"Of course! Go ahead", you told him finally and he smiled at you so big it made your heart melt at the kid in front of you, "here, do you want to eat on the tables?", you asked as you helped him with his bagels and plates.

He quickly muttered a little 'thank you' and told you he's okay eating there in the kitchen and leaned on the counter near to him.

You watched him as he took his first bite. It's nothing new that he have a free access to your new recipes and treats, it's you who suggested it actually, you needed an opinion and he's perfectly great at criticizing your work so when you texted him about staying a bit longer at work, you kind of expected him to wait for you at home or burst in to your store.

Harry finished his bagel faster than a lightning bolt before commenting on it, "can I have another one? It's so good, you gotta make me lots of this on weekends love."

And that's the only confirmation you needed, but still you asked him, "yeah, eat as much as you please. Are you sure its okay? Not to-"

"Yes! Now why won't you try it out with me? I reckon you haven't eaten huge dinner.", he gave you a bagel on a plate and got the two of you some water, "now take a bite with me?"

You only nodded as an answer and look at him as you mimic his actions of taking a bite. Realizing that your new bagel recipe tastes good, the original recipe still there. Both of you eating the bagel quietly with a few humming here and there as a praise.

"Are you adding it on the menu? It taste incredible!", Harry complimented your work again and you couldn’t help but be really happy.

"Thank you... I actually don't know. I don't want to add another bagel treat because the one we already have up is a family recipe...", you pondered.

"Yeah, I understand. But this one is good! Think about it, you'll have 2 bagel treats on your shelves..."

"In the near future maybe, if I will add that, I'm thinking about launching it with a few other flavors, I don't know yet.", typically, after finishing a great treat and liking it, you'll quickly put it in the menu, but for some reason, you're having a hard time with this bagels and you wonder why.

"Other flavors would be great", Harry crossed his arms to his chest, "you can sell it on cute boxes with different flavors inside!".

"That's actually a nice idea, kids would love it, hopefully", you mirrored his position while smiling at him. Your mind running wild from the possibility of launching your bagels, "but for now I think I'll stick to making this treat for this child in front of me. He seemed to love it very much!"

"Did you just called me a child?!", H playfully pointed his finger at you, "you're so gonna regret that love!", he slowly walks towards you while you walk backwards.

Harry absolutely knows that tickles are your weakness and he never thought twice before using it against you. "Stop! Please! I'm sorry!", you squeaked at him but he doesn't look like he's going to stop any second.

"I told you you're going to reg-"

"I'll do anything I promise!", you feel giddy and scared at the same time, praying that he won't tickle you.

"Hmmm... anything...?", Harry taunted you as he tapped his lower lips with his right pointer finger.

"Yes! Anything!"

"Alright, we're having a picnic tomorrow night! I'm cooking don't worry.", Harry turned around and started to wash the dished the two of you used.

Wait, Harry is not asking you on a date, right...? Removing that thought in your mind, you responded, "you're not going to finally kill me tomorrow, yes...?", the tension was there so you decided to cut it with the inside joke you have.

"You'll be on my sandwich tomorrow night!", Harry tried to hide his giggles but failed miserably.

You oh so fakely gasped, playing along, "oh no! Please don't! No one's going to make you treats anymore!"

The two of you goofed around as Harry finished up the dishes then locked the shop. As you started walking back to your place, you couldn't help but ask, "it's not a date, isn't it?"

"Well, you can call it anything you want!", Harry winked at you nd tickled your side a few times then yelled, "race ya!"

'That bastard!' With that, he took off and you followed him, shaking your head at his playfulness.

‘A date…?’

You’re not exactly sure how to feel about what Harry just said but you know you’re happy. You don’t want to jinx anything so you want to keep it casual tomorrow and see what happens, he’s you’re housemate after all. You can build your relationship slowly and just hope for the best.

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[cravingmarvel]

Kill All Your Friends - Chapter One

Bucky Barnes AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just some swear words I think

Word Count: 2700

Summary: You loved so many things about your boyfriend Steve. One thing is his passion to help people! But what you don’t know is that the person who needs his help would become your pain in the ass. Bucky Barnes is stubborn, selfish and messy! But as Steve is whisked away on a business trip, both of you are stuck living with each other for the weekend. 

But, what you both come to find out, is that you have more in common than you think. Bucky wakes something in you, that’s been missing for years… 

A/N: So this was unexpected hahah It seems to me that this story just came running out of my head. It’s so fun to write something that’s not necessarily revolved around angst and death lmao. I just hope you guys love it as much as I do and if you do, please let me know! Feedback is always greatly appreciated as you know! 

Have Fun!

You took another spoonful of cereal stuffing it into your mouth, while lazily scrolling through Instagram almost uninterested by the posts your friends and mutual connections uploaded. Steve stood in the kitchen making breakfast for himself. Nothing like cereal would be found in front of him at breakfast, he believed in a balanced breakfast. Sometimes you wished to be as disciplined as Steve, then maybe you wouldn’t be hungry two hours after having eaten Breakfast.

You’ve been dating Steve for almost four years now. Meeting him on your first day of your move form Utah to Brooklyn. You were clueless, helplessly trying to find your way to your job interview. He really saved the day not only telling you where the building is that you couldn’t find but walking you there himself. You really hit it off from the get-go and both of you have been inseparable from that day.

Steve’s phone started ringing and he didn’t hesitate to answer the caller, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Looking up from your bowl of Froot Loops, you could see Steve still standing in the kitchen, in one hand a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and in the other his phone held to his ear. His eyebrows furrowed together; the concern strong on his features. You couldn’t make out what he was saying, but your food wasn’t your top priority anymore regardless. Eventually, Steve hung up and sat down next to you.

“Is everything ok?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. It couldn't be anything family related; he would’ve been out the door already.

“It was my college friend Bucky. He just lost his job and can’t pay his rent.” Steve looked up to face you. “I agreed to let him stay with us in the guest bedroom until he found something again, is that ok?” The apologetic looks on his face made you melt. Steve couldn’t resist helping people, even if he hasn’t heard from them since college. You have never heard Steve talk about Bucky, but you heard that name pop up once or twice before.

“I’m happy that we can help him out. When is he coming?” You removed your hand from his shoulder and looked down at the bowl in front of you with soggy Froot Loops now swimming happily around.

“Today. I think about five PM.”

As you closed the door behind you, you saw Steve sitting on the sofa, next to him another man his back facing you. It was clear that this was Bucky, so much you could guess. As Steve laid eyes on you, he stood up and the man you presumed to be Bucky did too.

He turned and you were a little taken aback by his appearance. Not that he looked bad, not in the slightest. His slightly messy, dark brown hair reaching his shoulders were pushed back a little and suited the overall vibe of him. His Black shirt, a little roughed up made to look like as if it has lived through some decades. His dark jeans and chunky boots completing the outfit. But what is even more mesmerizing are his eyes. Sure, Steve has blue eyes too, but Bucky’s are strikingly different.

He walked over to you, smiling a little as he held his hand out for you to shake. You felt the rings on his fingers and the firm grip. “I’m Bucky. I’m really sorry I’m invading your space.” He laughed at his own words, letting go of your hand.

“Oh no it’s no trouble, Bucky. I’m Y/n.” You looked into his eyes, smiling right back at him.

“Ok, I think you should unpack your things, make yourself at home, Buck.” Steve stood awkwardly behind Bucky and you just now realized he was here.

Bucky disappeared into the guest room down the hallway connected to the living space. You took your coat off and hung it beside the door.

“I’d never imagine you to be friends with someone like that.” You found yourself wondering what connected these two people together. You walked over to the kitchen area to make some dinner for everyone.

“Believe me, we get that a lot.” Steve walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you close, kissing you softly. You chuckled a little against his lips, wrapping your arms around his muscular torso.

Everything was fine… really. Until Bucky got a little too comfortable. Both you and Steve made great efforts to include Bucky in the household chores, but he just didn’t seem to care. It got even worse when he started to come back to the apartment late and crashing on the sofa. Not once did he clean up after himself and the headaches started for you in the mornings. Finding plates stacked on the coffee table and Bucky passed out.

But it didn’t end there, oh no. Bucky thought it would be smart to get cocky, making his little jokes about how you probably have ocd and then, when he played his music way too loud, he’d be ridiculous as always and tell you that you just have a shitty taste in music. You both got on each other’s nerves, but you wouldn’t let him get away with this.

You fought back hard, pouring water on his head while he slept on the sofa, putting the dirty dishes in his bed and stealing the toilet paper rolls out of his bathroom causing him to shout at you from his on suit bathroom. Not even his shampoo and body wash were safe from your revenge. But you justified it by telling him that, if he can’t clean the dishes, he simply has no right to clean himself.

Not even Steve, poor Steve, could help. He tried, he really did, but you two seemed to have signed a contract to never make this easier for anyone. It was a nightmare. He felt like a counsellor for married couples who seem to have more hate for each other more than love.

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You flipped your pancake to the other side waiting for it to turn golden brown, as Bucky walked into the room. Steve mumbled a ‘good morning’, keeping his eyes peeled to his laptop. Bucky walked over to the kitchen and with a swift move, took your plate of finished pancakes and walked straight over to the kitchen table.

“Bucky, what the fuck?” You turned around as he sat down at the table, giving you a smug smile. As if that wasn’t enough, he picked one up and bit right into it without cutlery, his smile growing wider.

“Steve, man, I need your car today.” Bucky said, his mouth still full of food.

“Sorry Buck, but I need it myself. You can take Y/n’s if you want.” Steve’s eyes didn’t leave the screen, but he knew exactly the kind of expression you have on your face.

“No!” You turned around quickly, anger striking your features.

“I need to get to this job interview. Don’t you want me off your back, doll?” Bucky pouted devilishly, not at all convincing you to give up your car keys.

“And I need to get to work!” You protested in return.

“Guys, please just stop. Babe, I’ll drive you to work and my buddy Richard can drive you home. Bucky needs to get to this interview.” Steve looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and by the look on his face your features softened too.

“Alright fine.”

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After thanking Richard, Steve’s co-worker and friend, you walked up to your apartment, taking your coat off as soon as you closed the door behind you. As you turned around Bucky jumped to his feet at the kitchen table and started to ramble nonsense you couldn’t make a sentence out of.

“Bucky slow down. What happened?” You walked closer to him and even though your consistent fighting, you couldn’t conceal your worry.

“I don’t know what happened. This guy just slid across the street right into me, I couldn’t get out of the way fast enough. I’m so sorry.” As soon as his words left his mouth, your stomach dropped. You knew exactly what happened, he crashed your car.

“What the hell Bucky? How am I supposed to get anywhere? I don’t have a car for no reason!” Slamming your bag on the table you could feel the heat rising through your body.

“Y/n I swear it’s not that bad. I already took it to a mechanic, and he promised me it will be fixed tomorrow.” Bucky’s face didn’t relax as he continued to reassure you that your car will be fine.

“I need to go grocery shopping today, Bucky.” You ran your hands across your face, trying to calm yourself. It wasn’t the most ideal situation you were in, but it was truly not Bucky’s fault and he even made sure it’s being fixed right away. You were more frustrated than anything.

“I’ll come with you.” Bucky’s face softened and you agreed. “I’m truly sorry, Y/n.”

You look up to his face and maybe, just this time, you could forgive him. “We should get going.”

“Yeah hold on a second, I need to get something first.” Bucky sprinted off into the hallway and you exhaled deeply, putting your coat back on.

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You guided Bucky through the grocery store, him walking closely behind you holding the basket. You looked at the list you made to find a new item to look for and cross the one off you got, handing Bucky each one to put in the basket. Bucky made it his job to mock you for having made a detailed list of all the things you need for each dish you already planned for the weekend to come. You tried to ignore him as best as you could because you know that this method is a million times better than the way he would be grocery shopping.

“You go make fun of my meal plan, but when you sit down at my dinner table and have a beautifully arranged dinner to eat remember why.” You snapped at him. He got the worst to come out of you when you didn’t need his negativity. And anyway, it’s not like you’re not being the better person, you’re defending yourself.

Both of you left, each one of you carrying a bag filled with groceries. You turned left walking into the direction of your home, but Bucky apparently had other plans. Bucky took off into the completely opposite direction, leaving you to stop and wonder what he’s doing.

Bucky turned around looking at you. “There’s something I need to do. Come on.” He continued walking further away from you, not noticing that you hadn’t taken a single step forward. Bucky stopped and walked towards you, grabbing your hand, dragging you behind him. “I don’t have all day, Y/n.” His grip on your hand wasn’t aggressive, just a little bit dominant.

“Bucky where the hell are we going?” You were tired of his surprises today, but the firm grip of his hand would be impossible to break away from anyway, so you just let him lead you away to wherever he needed to go. Still, you wondered where Bucky would need to go.

You caught up with his pace, but despite in doing so, Bucky didn’t let go of your hand. You just calmly walked around Brooklyn, hand in hand, as if this wasn’t your sworn enemy. As you turned another corner though, he loosened his grip.

“Wait here.” With Bucky giving you the bag, he walked towards an alleyway. A man roughly the age of forty stood against the wall. They hugged and the man pointed to you, smiling warmly.

You stood there, waving awkwardly with a bag of groceries in your hand. You asked yourself why on earth he couldn’t meeting his grandpa friend another time.

Bucky pulled a small plastic bag out of his jean jacket and your jaw dropped right to the floor. He was selling drugs and he took you with him. The other man handed Bucky a stack of money. You nervously looked around yourself as if there would be anyone ready to arrest you. Never in your life did you think you would witness a drug deal right in front of your eyes. Yes, not even in college. Now the answer to the question as to what on earth brought Steve and Bucky together seemed to shift further away from you.

Bucky walked back towards you, stuffing the money into his pocket. He took back the bag and started walking nonchalantly as if nothing happened. “Are you coming?” Bucky stopped and waited for you to catch up with him.

“What was that, Bucky? You can’t just drag me into your dirty ass business!” You asked, trying to make sense of the situation as you caught up with his pace. You weren’t necessarily mad at him, just a little taken aback by the witnessing of a crime. You couldn’t care less about how or where he get’s his money from, if it gets him arrested, it’s his own fault.

“It’s going to pay for your car. And anyway, relax- “Bucky took your hand into his again, keeping his gaze straight ahead. “-Clint is one of my friends.”

It’s not like you didn’t care about the fact that that man was someone random, it was the fact that you were too focussed on him just holding your hand as if it was normal to do that. You stared at your intertwined hands and you were sure there were literal question marks coming out of your brain. One part of you wanted to rip your hand away from his, but the other part didn’t mind.

As both of you arrived at your apartment, you let go of one another and walked into your home, ready to be enemies again, as you saw Steve stuffing his charger into a suitcase.

“Hey, babe, what are you doing?” You set the bag on the kitchen counter, Bucky following your actions, both you and Bucky looking puzzled at Steve.

“My boss needs me to come with him to this really important business trip to Chicago. I have to catch the flight leaving tonight and don’t worry, I’ll be back in like two days.” Steve looked at you with every apology written on his face possible. He knew exactly that this could go just fine or absolutely terrible. You could sense the fear that you and Bucky will basically murder each other. And option two wasn’t that impossible to occur.

Steve moved closer to you, kissing your lips quickly.

“Oh… are you sure no one else could go?” You never want to stand in the way of his career and you never had. It also never really bothered you when he went away for work, but this time, yes, this time you wanted him to stay at all costs. Being alone with Bucky Barnes for two whole days wasn’t your idea of fun. You looked at Steve with pleading eyes.

“No, I’m sorry babe. This is so last minute already. The guy who was supposed to go broke his leg this morning, and I have to get to the airport in thirty minutes so there’s no time to find someone else.” Steve looked down to the watch on his wrist. “Are you two going to be ok here? I would like to come back to see this place still standing and you two still alive if that’s possible.” Steve raised his eyebrows.

Bucky walked forward from behind you to stand next to you, way too closely, putting his arm around your shoulders. “Of course, Steve. Y/n and I will be just fine.”

You exhaled deeply, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Steve smiled sweetly and grabbed his suitcase, kissing you one last time before he disappeared through the door. You looked up to Bucky, who had the most ridiculous, cheesy, evil smile on his face and all you wanted to is throw up. You harshly removed his arm and walked to your room. You couldn’t believe you held hands with him… in public.

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Chapter Two

[noxxy-boxxy]

Hetabang time!

So, it’s finally te time to upload this! I’ve been waiting for this moment lmao

I wrote this and my amazing partner did a drawing of the last scene, but they haven’t posted it yet so imma wait till they do and tag them! 

Edit: Here is the artwork! 

https://aph-florida-shitposts.tumblr.com/post/616694960857710592/they-my-peice-for-the-hetabang-art-thing It’s made by @aph-florida-shitposts The artis amazing and everyone should go and check it out, period.

The meeting ended sooner that day. Thank God. 

Gilbert grabbed his laptop and his briefcase, stretching his neck until it popped. It was Friday, finally, and that meant a lot of things. It meant beer, a nice dinner, some of that leftover cake, and the best part:

"Gilbert! Buongiorno!" 

He could invite him for dinner. He could finally invite Italy for dinner and ask him that thing. 

"Hey, little Italy! Guten morgen!" He smiled, his heart almost doing a cartwheel when Feliciano kissed his cheeks. "What are you doing here? You're going to miss your flight." Even after saying that, Feliciano sat on the table, and Gilbert did the same, not interested If he missed his own. 

"I was looking for you." Said the Italian, and God, if he didn't die at that moment, he really had to be a tough one. His pale face took a very slight shade of pink, invisible to Italy. 

"Oh, so you were searching for me?" Gilbert said, his speech still perfect, his tone normal, but his face warming. Slow but steady. 

"Yes, I wanted to ask you something." Gilbert arched an eyebrow, blinking once or twice. 

«Keep it cool.» He thought, panicking internally. "Oh, yeah, whatever you want, little Italy. I'm all ears." And, to be honest, he didn't expect that much, but surely he didn't see that one coming.

"Can you help me with my paperwork?" 

Oh God, Italy was lucky he liked him. He wouldn't waste his weekend explaining paperwork to anybody, but him. He was the only exception. 

But now, he surely was going to be talking about boring numbers, when they could be having a delicious dinner and a delicious dessert. Amazing. 

Unless. 

"Come with me. We can stay together at my house and I can explain to you how I do my paperwork." He smiled, petting the Italian's head. "Then, we can have dinner together. I'll make some homemade pasta for you and we can have cake at the end." And that was the exact way to convince Italy. Gilbert smiled softly, seeing Italy jump from one place to another while he sang some song. "Okay, okay. Chill, Kleine. Don't hurt yourself." Italy stopped and grabbed his hand, tangling his fingers with his own. 

"I would love that, Gilbert!" He smiled widely, so beautifully. "Oh, Gil, you're red. Is something wrong?" 

"Uh, nothing..."

They were kneading the dough, and Gilbert was amazed at the way Italy did it. His movements were perfectly fluent, his voice hummed a soft song, his eyes half-open. He stopped for a second, pinching the dough slightly. 

"It's ready to stretch and cut." Prussia nodded, and then, they began to stretch the dough, making it thinner. Over, and over, and over again, until Feliciano felt like it was perfect. Then, they passed it through the cutter, making perfect spaghetti. 

"Perfect." Said Prussia, bringing a tray with flour. "It's ready to cook." Italy nodded, looking incredibly happy. They both went to the kitchen, where the water in the pot was already boiling. Italy added some salt, and then, the pasta. 

"It should be ready in two or three minutes. Could you check the sauce?" Gilbert nodded, and went to another pot, opening it and grabbing some sauce with a spoon. He tasted it, the flavor lingering in his mouth. It was absolutely... 

"Delicious." He said, smiling widely. "It's delicious." Feliciano smiled, looking at him, small little face so adorable. He wanted to take a picture, no jokes. Gilbert covered the pot, seeing how his hand trembled, feeling his throat tightening. «Everything is going to be okay.» He had to say to himself. 

And he really hoped it would be. 

"Well, I think it's ready to drain." He nodded, getting closer. Italy was holding a fork, where one string of pasta sat. "Could you taste it, Gil?" And he extended his hand, offering him not the fork, but the food. He had to stop a second, trying to gain control of his face, to avoid that God damned red. He got even closer, eating the spaghetti from his hand. 

"It's ready." He said, tasting it. It had the right amount of salt, and it wasn't incredibly soft, but a little bit chewy. It was perfect.

Italy drained it and put it in the same pot with the sauce. he moved it around with a pair of tweezers, and then, it was perfectly ready to eat. 

"Let's go. I'm hungry." Italy smiled, grabbing a bottle of wine and a bottle of beer. Prussia nodded, grabbing the pot. 

"So, did you understand that thing about your paperwork?" Italy nodded, smiling and grabbing his glass of wine. 

"Yes, thanks." He smiled, taking a sip of wine. "You're a very good teacher, Gil." 

"Oh, ask West or America, they'll probably have something else to say." He laughed. "I am a good teacher, indeed," he started, grabbing his bottle. "but I am not going soft on anyone. You're just a special case. Usually, I would be more strict and rude with any other. Only for you." And Gilbert smiled softly, booping the Italian's nose, making him laugh.

"I like you a lot, Gil!" He smiled, and Gilbert definitely felt something jump in his chest. 

"Ah, yea, ja." He mumbled, looking away. "Actually, little Italy... Feliciano" He whispered, taking a big breath. "I like you too. I like you a lot." And Italy didn't even flinch. 

"Yeah! Me too, Gil! You're an amazing friend!" Oh, no. 

"No, dearest. I mean, uh, I like you, like, more than a friend. I like you a lot more." 

"Like a best friend, then! You're my best friend!" And Gilbert rolled his eyes, but Italy kept talking before he could explain himself. "I wouldn't change you as my best friend for anything in the world! You'll always be the best friend I could ever have, and I hope nothing ruins our friendship!" For God's sake, Gilbert thought, almost speaking again. 

Unless... 

"You... Wouldn't want me to be anything more than... Your best friend? Only... That?" He said, his voice normal, but something was cracking. "Not even-"

"Always friends!" Italy interrupted him. 

Then, he understood. Italy was understanding what he really wanted to say, but he surely didn't want to reject him. He just wanted him to... Catch the cue. He only wanted him as a friend. 

He only wanted him as a friend. 

"O-oh, yeah. Always... F-friends." He whispered, forcing that painful sensation at the back of his throat. Not yet. "I should take you to the airport so you can go back, Italy. You're going to miss your flight." He said, getting up and grabbing his keys and his helmet. He went to the garage, putting the key at the contact on his motorcycle. "Move, Italy! We don't have all the time in the world!" His words sounded a lot ruder and mean, like if he was tired or angry. Obviously, Italy got scared, and just followed the orders. The garage door opened with the controller, and they went out. Suddenly, Italy had to hold himself again Gilbert, because hell, they were going 100 kph, and it was just rising. They arrived at the airport in 3 minutes, when usually it would take 15. 

"Let’s go." And as soon as they were on the ground they were running. Or well, he was almost running. Gilbert was just walking. Incredibly quickly. Gilbert had to buy the tickets for him because obviously, the people spoke German.

"Here. Have this." Italy grabbed the tickets with one hand, while he grabbed his document and passport from his briefcase with the other. 

"Is everything alright, Gil?" He literally had to take a step back when Prussia looked at him. His eyes were glowing. 

"I don't allow my own brother to call me by my name, Italy. You don't have that privilege either." He deadpanned. 

But... Italy wasn't dumb. At least, not when it came to feelings. Even if Prussia was "angry", he saw sadness. In his face, those eyes were not glowing, they were shining.

"Gilbert..." He whispered, trying to put a hand on his shoulder, but at that second, his flight was announced. Prussia didn't even say goodbye, he just left. 

His eyes were shining, yes. And he swore, he saw a tear leaving his left eye. 

«Is he sad?"

Gilbert went back to his house calmly. He entered and started washing the dishes. The leftover spaghetti was poured in a container and stored in the fridge, with the forgotten cake. Then, he went to the table, grabbing his bottle of beer. It was half full, but in a second, he drank the rest. The wine was stored in the fridge, and the glass... He literally spent half an hour looking at it, trying to go back in time, when he bought that glassware, the moment when he grabbed it from the counter, just some hours ago. That moment, when they were still friends. 

His knuckles turned white, and in a quick movement, he threw the glass against the floor, turning it to just useless shards. Panting, he kneeled at its side, slowly picking up the pieces, just hissing when one of them cut his finger. 

Wine stung, but the tears falling were even more painful. 

The meeting was in Berlin that day. Ironically.

"He didn't come today..." Whispered Italy, looking at the German's seat, unoccupied. In his place, Germany entered, even when he was, technically, on vacation. Apparently, though, he was not there for the meeting, because he wore just civilian clothes. 

"Italy." He said, looking at him. "Can we talk? Please?" Italy nodded, concerned. He looked slightly sad but he looked mad too. Something surely had to be going around the Germanic countries. "What happened last Sunday, Italy? When I came back, Prussia was devastated. And I mean, really, sad."

"I knew he was sad. We were just talking, and in a second he was suddenly really mad but really sad. I swear I saw him crying."

"What were you two talking about? Do you remember what you said or what he said the moment when he changed?" 

"We were talking about our friendship! I told him I liked him, and he told me he liked me too, but, like, more than a friend! Then I thought, well he wants to be my best friend, and then it went down really quick and he was like that in a second." 

Germany observed him for a second, and then he arched an eyebrow. 

I mean. He thought he was the clueless one, but even he would have understood that. 

"So. Let's set things clear. You said something like 'I like you', then he said 'I like you too.' Then you started talking about friends, but he said 'I like you more than a friend.' Then you started talking about best friends. Then, he was suddenly angry. Is that what happened?”

"¡Si Capitano!" Said Italy, smiling widely. And oh God, he thought he was the clueless one. 

"Italy, my dear friend." He started, taking a deep breath. He needed France. "Let's say, a man and a woman are together. And he says 'I like you more than a friend.' What would you think he's meaning?"

"He loves her!" Italy said, smiling. And he smiled and smiled until he didn't. "He... He loves... Her." Slowly, he whispered. 

"And what if he does things for her he wouldn't do in normal situations? Like, cooking for her, or allowing her to call him by his name, or taking the time to explain to her something slowly, when everyone would say he's a devil when he's teaching. Or calling her with endearments, when he doesn't do that. What would you think? Does he want to be her friend?" And Italy slowly came into realization. 

"Oh my God, I messed it up. I ruined everything. I wasted his time. I fell really low. I-" And Germany had to touch his arm, to prevent him from missing the line. "I have to go and talk to him." And he almost ran away, just in the for Ludwig to grab him and bring him back. 

"Do you have any idea of what you’re going to say, at least?" Italy arched his eyebrow, opening his mouth, but Ludwig spoke first. "He liked you even when we were dating, but he never said anything. He liked you since the beginning. And I can't risk you going there and messing it up even more because I haven't seen him this sad since 1945. He doesn't deserve so much pain, and I won't let you go there unless you know exactly what to say." He took a deep breath. "Do you like him? Not like a friend. Not like a best friend." And Italy, slowly, nodded, making him smile. "Give me a pen. I have to give you the address. He's not in Berlin, so you'll have to go now unless you want to miss the train that goes to Hamburg." Italy grabbed a pen, and Germany didn't even waste time on paper, writing it directly onto his skin. "Do you understand it?" Italy nodded, and flew, running to the train station, buying a ticket to Hamburg, and getting on the train in record time. He just hoped that there was still time for him.

He made it to Hamburg, and then, he started going around, trying to remember each street. He reached a big building of apartments and looked at the key in his hand. The door opened, incredibly, and then he started walking, trying to reach the apartment number 19. The door made a little sound when unlocked, and then he went in. 

«It has to be Ludwig's private department.» He thought to himself. Some books were easy to recognize for him because he saw them in his library. A jacket was on the sofa, he recognized it as Gilbert's. And there was a bed for a dog on the floor. 

He walked to the bedroom, and entered, finding him sleeping peacefully. 

«He's here...» He thought, slowly getting closer to him. He sat down on the bed, and at that moment, he woke up.

"What the fuck, Italy?" He almost screamed, going back. "What are you doing here? Get out!" Now he was screaming. 

"No!" Italy responded, but Gilbert didn't listen. He grabbed his arm, dragging him to the door, without paying attention to anything he would say. And when they were almost out, he stopped for a second. 

"What did you said?" 

"I'm sorry," Italy whispered, squirming in his place. "Prussia, my hand hurts..." And he left him to go. He dragged some tears left In his eyes, saying that again. "I'm sorry. I didn't know, I didn't understand at that moment. Please, forgive me." And his face was suddenly red, his eyes shiny again. 

"It's not fair, I try to get out, and you drag me back, you probably don't even mean what I think you're meaning. And I thought West was bad when it came to feelings." Italy grabbed his hand, pressing it. 

"I like you too." He said, feeling Prussia's hand tremble. "I like you. Not like a friend. Not like a best friend. I like you a lot. I just thought you weren't meaning it like that, or I was just a little tipsy and I wasn't thinking, but I'm sorry. For making you cry and for hurting you." And when he looked at his face, he was crying. "I'm sorry..." He whispered one last time, slowly touching his nose, and kissing him. 

It was something slow. Almost as if he was afraid of scaring him. He was suddenly so weak, so small. For a second he was a child again.

His hands just hung at his sides at the beginning, but then he slid them, right to his shoulders. They separated, looking at each other for a second. Then, Gilbert spoke. 

"I like you, Feliciano." 

"Me too, Prussia." Italy smiled. 

"Call me by my name. Please." But Italy didn't, because, of course, he had to kiss him again.

[haildoodles-writing]

Where the Sky Meets the Sea — Chapter One

Summary: Rose meets Connor’s successor, RK800-54 — also known as Corvus. (AO3)

Word Count: 2787

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: The story is starting to pick up a little—but first, let’s introduce one of my favorite “OC”s, Corvus. Enjoy! 😉

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Rose managed to cut work early, speeding down the few blocks to the DCPD and rushing into the office as quickly as possible. Connor himself was waiting in the lobby, flipping his coin absentmindedly until she burst through the door. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Rose said through heaving breaths. “The walk took longer than I expected, especially with the rain--”

Connor stopped her with a grin. “It’s alright,” he soothed, moving to touch the side of her arm--but then thinking better of it, and pulling his hand back as if nothing ever happened. 

Rose didn’t know what to make of that. 

Instead, he wordlessly ushered her through the security gates, throwing a polite greeting at Gavin--who responded with a very obscene and Gavin-esque gesture--before leading her back to Hank’s desk. It was, oddly, unoccupied. 

“You still have the tree,” Rose added softly as she glanced to the Japanese maple, now slightly bigger, on Connor’s desk. Next to it sat a picture frame faced away from her, likely displaying a photo of Hank and Sumo--or maybe just the dog, knowing him. 

For a moment, Connor’s face went soft. “When it gets large enough, we’re moving it back home,” he said, referring to Hank’s house. It was where Connor now stayed, having long since moved into Cole’s old room. 

Connor then slowed to a stop, turning to face Rose and sitting atop his desk. “Hank is introducing Corvus to Captain Fowler,” he began--but abruptly stopped, as soon as he saw Rose’s clasped hands and shaky breathing. 

“Your heart rate is still unusually elevated and your breathing is uneven,” he said, his brows scrunched in concern. “Are you alright?” 

For a minute, Rose didn’t respond. 

If she was being honest with herself, then no, she was not alright. She was used to seeing the identical android models everywhere; it was commonplace at this point. But the idea of seeing another Connor, another android that had similar looks and mannerisms and quirks but wasn’t him--

“You’re nervous,” Connor deduced, his LED blinking yellow. Slowly, gently, he reached out, tugging at her fingers until her nails retracted from her palms. She fought the urge to lean in to his touch, even if it only lasted for a moment. 

Rose let out a breathy chuckle, swaying on her feet. “It’s just . . . weird, ” she said quietly.  “It’s like meeting your long lost twin.”  

She glanced up to see the corners of Connor’s mouth quirk up. “It’s common for humans to be uncomfortable in the presence of multiple androids of the same model,” he said. “Your anxiety isn’t unwarranted--”

“Yeah, but it’s not that,” Rose stopped him, stepping forward before she could stop herself. “It’s--”

“What about humans bein’ uncomfortable?” a voice sounded from behind, abruptly cutting Rose off before she could make a fool of herself further. Rose jumped back, swiveling her head to see Hank’s amused expression from down the hall. Nines was beside him, ever-present and looming--

And beside them both was Corvus. Connor’s successor. 

He was much different than she expected. He was dressed similarly to Connor, clothed in a white button down, tie, and slacks. But instead of soft waves, his hair was curly--and, from what she could make out, his eyes were green. A stark difference from Connor’s. 

Rose let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. 

Noticing her reaction, the corners of Corvus’ mouth lifted into a small smile. 

“Rose, meet Connor’s fraternal twin,” Hank called, gesturing to Corvus as he collapsed into his desk chair. Nines only nodded at Rose in acknowledgement before silently returning to his terminal across the room, next to Gavin.

Corvus, slowly approaching Rose’s side, raised an outstretched hand in greeting. Immediately, Rose noticed how . . . casual he was, compared to his predecessor. Connor had slowly relaxed over time, yes, but Corvus had a looser way of carrying himself. His other hand was stuffed into the pocket of his trousers, and he was slouching. Rose knew that Connor would rather be caught dead than have anything but perfect posture.

“My name is Corvus,” he said. She noticed that his voice was much softer, too. Slower. 

“H-hi,” Rose spit out, forcing herself to pull her focus away from his face long enough to shake his hand. 

Pulling away from the handshake, Corvus stepped back to assess her. Through his curls, Rose could spot his LED flickering yellow as he processed--likely scanning her, if she knew any better. 

“You’re Rosalind Huggins,” he said, and then scrunched his brows in thought. “I was activated before Connor uploaded any memories of you to CyberLife, so I’m afraid I don’t have any knowledge of you in my database.” 

Rose paused before glancing briefly at Connor. He had mentioned in passing that his successors had access to his memory up until his deviation, but Rose had completely forgotten. “How long ago were you . . .”

“Released?” Corvus finished, another smile tugging at his lips. “I was activated and transferred to Salt Lake City in September of last year, after Connor’s first successful case.” 

Oh.

For some reason, the fact that Corvus didn’t share many memories with Connor was, well, comforting. 

From his spot behind his terminal screen, Hank caught Rose’s expression and laughed. “Don’t worry kid, you don’t have to deal with two Connor’s running around. They’re more like brothers, if anything.” And when Rose looked to Connor, he nodded in agreement.

Turning again to Corvus, she took in his appearance once more. “Why do you look so different, then? I thought all of you looked the same.”

“We don’t know,” Connor said. Corvus shrugged, just as clueless as Connor was.

“I assume they changed my appearance to test if I would integrate with humans easier,” Corvus said, “but CyberLife never explained anything.” 

Hank scoffed. “Well, easier for us, then.” Rose couldn’t really disagree with his comment. 

“What are you going to--” Rose began, but then was cut off by a loud buzzing of the intercom. 

“Hank, Connor, Corvus, in my office,” Captain Fowler called, his voice harsh and muffled over the speaker. Rose cringed, but the rest were seemingly unaffected by the volume. They were likely used to it already.

“Well, that’s our cue, kid,” Hank sighed, already grumpy over the fact that he had just sat down and was already called in again. Connor slid off his desk with a frown and stepped to Hank’s side. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect--” Connor began, but Rose just shrugged it off with a chuckle.

“It’s fine,” she replied, looking towards Corvus with a smile. “Duty calls. I’ll see you all soon, yeah?” 

Corvus nodded, and Connor spoke up from behind him. “Hank and I will be staying late today, in case you would like to stop by.”

She had to stuff down the emotion pooling in her chest from Connor’s offer--so she simply nodded and bid them all farewell, not trusting her own voice until she walked out of the precinct. 

The night Connor walked Rose home, she hadn’t felt a single pair of eyes on her the entire time--she felt calm; normal. It made her second guess herself, wondering if she was even feeling anything at all. 

But as soon as she stepped out of the precinct, the feeling washed over her again--but this time twice as hard, as if the high tide had pulled her under its surface just as her feet met the sidewalk. It made her nauseous, wary, and it took a moment to gain her bearings. And so she paused, glancing down the road, over her shoulder, up on the rooftops--

Something dark flashed in the corner of her eye, disappearing between the buildings down the road. But when she flicked her head over to look, it was gone. 

It was likely a shadow, or an animal, or maybe just a trick of her mind--but she couldn’t shake it.  

For a moment, she almost turned back around and went inside. She even spun on her heels, looking over her shoulder as the precinct doors tempted her--

But no--she shouldn’t. She couldn’t. Hank and Connor were likely on a case already, and they didn’t need to waste their time watching over Rose and her stagy paranoia. 

So slowly, carefully, Rose turned back around and faced the street, slipping her house key between her knuckles as she made her way to her shift at Jimmy’s Bar. 

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The feeling didn’t fade even after her shift at Jimmy’s ended, leaving Rose’s nerves fried and anxiety on overload for hours on end. Luckily, Jimmy had come in early that evening and sent her on her way--but not without questions of concern, after seeing her glance at the front door for the uptenth time. She nearly fought his offer, wanting to stay in the bar for as long as she could--but it wasn’t like she could explain what was going on. Even if she wanted to, even if she tried. 

So she swallowed her protests and left without another word.

This time, though, she knew her mind was playing tricks on her. It was as if her own subconscious knew how exhausted she was, how uncomfortable she felt, and took advantage of it, leaving her speeding down the streets and flicking her gaze around maniacally. Shadows danced in her vision--on rooftops, in alleyways, in shop windows--until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she careened her path towards the DPD Central Station. 

Connor would know what to do, right?

But as soon as the station appeared, she slowed--because there Hank and Connor were, invested in a conversation with another officer on the entrance steps. They seemed . . . well, busy. And she wouldn’t intrude on that. 

So Rose came to a halt a block away, stifled her words forming on her tongue, and slipped into the small alleyway adjacent to the building before either of them could spot her. The alley was a dead end, but it didn’t matter--she just needed to get her bearings, anyway. 

For a minute, Rose stood there, pressing herself up against the alley wall until she could get her nerves under control. But no matter how hard she tried, it didn’t work--her neck still felt itchy, and her back felt too exposed, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. One would think that if someone decided to spy on her, they wouldn’t do it so close to the DCPD--

The more Rose thought about it, the more she played with the idea that she was hallucinating. It was pretty likely. 

“You’re fine,” she whispered to herself, the wall across from her the only witness. “You’re fine. You’re fine.” 

She didn’t convince herself. 

“Are you alright?” 

The voice made Rose nearly jump out of her own skin, and she shrieked as she spun around. But instead of a criminal or the nonexistent figure that seemed to be following her every move, it was Corvus. 

He stood at the entrance of the alley, his hands relaxed at his sides. He looked concerned--but Rose didn’t blame him. She was the one talking to herself in a backstreet corner, anyway.  

Rose pressed a hand to her heart, as if it would somehow slow its beating. “I’m . . . I’m fine,” she breathed. But Corvus didn’t seem to buy it, and he raised his brows in response. 

It was then that she realized that she was still brandishing her key as a weapon. She pocketed it as quickly as she could. “I’m just a little paranoid,” she admitted, more sheepishly than she would’ve liked. 

Instead of teasing her, as Connor would, a soft smile graced Corvus’ features and he pocketed his hands. “Your paranoia is what keeps you safe,” he said gently. “Especially in Detroit at night.” 

She couldn’t blame him, but at the same time she knew he didn’t understand how paranoid she actually was--for no reason, too. 

Instead of focusing on herself, though, she folded her hands behind her back and shifted the conversation to him. “What can I do for you, Corvus?” 

For a moment, she could have sworn he was caught off guard at her question. His LED blinked. 

“I would like to walk you home,” he said. “Lieutenant Anderson gave me some . . . rough details about the situation, and I thought it unfit for you to return home alone.” 

She almost denied him, simply on the basis that she didn’t feel the need to be constantly watched over. But he looked hopeful, as if he wanted to spend time with her--so she acquiesced. And when she nodded, his answering grin seemed to warm her up, soothing the jumbled nerves inside of her. 

She immediately liked him.

Corvus walked by her side quietly for a few minutes, letting her lead the way with a nonchalant, almost content, expression on his face. He seemed comfortable with the silence--but eventually, Rose couldn’t keep the questions from spilling off her tongue any longer. 

So before she could help herself, she stopped in her tracks and blurted, “Are you deviant?” 

And then she threw a hand over her mouth. 

“Sorry,” she immediately responded, squeezing her eyes shut before she could see the color of his LED. “I’m sorry. That was so blunt, I’m--”

“Yes,” Corvus said. It effectively drew Rose out of her rambling, enough to look up and see the light on his temple--blue. Steady, smooth. Unbothered.

“I deviated a few months back, when I was still with the Salt Lake City Police Department,” he said, and seemed completely at ease with Rose’s outburst. “The police force there couldn’t find much of a use for me after the revolution, so I left a few weeks ago to come to Detroit.”

Rose’s hands lowered from her face as she began walking again, Corvus following soon after. “To see Markus?” she asked.

At the mention of his name, Corvus’s face lit up. “Yes,” he said. “I have insight about deviancy around the country, and he could use an extra hand with further establishing Jericho. But I also came to meet my predecessor as well,” he admitted. Rose couldn’t blame him. 

As they crossed another street, Rose opened her mouth to ask Corvus another question--but then he stopped dead in his tracks at the edge of the sidewalk. His LED blinked a bright yellow.

Rose let him be for a moment, knowing exactly what those rapid blinks--a solely RK800 trait--meant. And when he eventually came out of it, she smiled at him. 

“Need to go?” she asked quietly, stuffing the growing disappointment deep in her belly before she did anything stupid. 

Corvus merely pursed his lips. “They called me back to the station,” he sighed--but then he hesitated, still paused at the crosswalk. 

Rose snickered lightly in response. “It’s alright, it’s only a few more blocks,” she reassured him. He seemed at least slightly appeased by that. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Slowly, Rose walked back, raising two fingers in a salute. 

But before she could get far, Corvus’ hand shot out, grasping her by the wrist--the wrong wrist, and she flinched as he accidentally pressed on a bruise. He noticed, much to her dismay, and retracted his hand as quickly as he had reached for her with an apologetic look. 

“I would like to be friends with you,” he blurted out. His LED hadn’t strayed from yellow. 

At his comment, though, Rose nearly choked on her own breath--because that was such a Connor thing to say--and she couldn’t keep herself from laughing. 

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, running a hand through her hair as she calmed herself. In front of her, Corvus looked frozen, his stature rigid and his face stiff with confusion. He likely thought she was making fun of him--

Rose swallowed her own laughter. “No, it’s not you--it’s just, you RKs are so blunt with everything. You don’t beat around the bush, huh?”

Corvus’ face scrunched further as he glanced around the street. “I don’t see what bushes you speak of would be in need of ‘beating’--”

“Yes,” Rose said, grinning until his gaze shot back to her and his LED returned to blue. “I would like to be friends with you, too.”

Corvus seemed to relax at that, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he began to turn around.  “I will . . . see you tomorrow, then, Rosalind.”

“Rose,” she corrected, throwing him a wink when he turned to look back at her. 

Corvus nodded in response, and Rose could’ve sworn she saw blue on his cheeks as he smiled. “Rose.”

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Trial & Error | chapter 10

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student 

Side Pairs: main x taehyung, main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 9

Early in the morning, you were alerted by the blaring sound of the typical iPhone alarm. The one that everyone in the entire world loathes. Your body began to wake itself completely up, you slowly rolling over to the other side of your king sized bed before accidentally hitting something--someone, making you stop.

You then heard a groan, which caused you to finally open your eyes fully. For a moment, you forgot you had company. Kayla started to sit up, rubbing her eyes. You grunted, following her movements and stretching. 

“Heejin, wake up,” Kayla called her in a low tone.

You looked on the floor to see Heejin knocked out, one of your pillows covering her head. “How did she end up there?” you asked, eyes slightly squinted.

Kayla started to take the blanket off her bottom half as she got out the bed, bending down to grab Heejin’s phone. “She tends to do that sometimes,” she explained, gently kicking Heejin while turning off her alarm. “Come on, Heejin. If you don’t get up, you’re gonna be late.”

Heejin finally woke up, rolling on her back, whining. “Just five more minutes, please.”

Kayla rolled her eyes, sitting back down on your bed. “It’s seven, hun. We have to get ready and be there by 9. The audition is in Itaewon, that’s 20 minutes from here by train, come on.”

She took a deep breath and sat herself up on her elbows, looking at you. “Y/n, is it okay if I use your shower?”

You shook your head, not minding in the slightest. “Of course you can. You both can. I’ll whip up some breakfast for us real quick and get ready also.”

They both nodded in approval and you all stood up to get ready for your day.

~~

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

You and Kayla both turned to look at Heejin who was in chair between you both. You guys had only been at the audition place for twenty minutes before she started panicking. 

“Of course you can--”

“No, I don’t think so,” she cut Kayla off. “Look at them.” She was referring to the other contestants surrounding you all, practicing their dancing and singing before being called back. “Should I be doing that too?” she questioned.

You sighed, knowing that it was eating up her subconscious. “Just take a few breaths, Heejin. In and out.”

She took five deep breaths, following your advice, then paused. “Yeah... It’s not working, y/n.” She then started tapping her right leg anxiously. “I know you want to help, but  look around. The competition is real. BBC are only accepting a handful of girls right now, there are at least 100 of us here.”

“But are they you, Heejin?” you began. “Come on, you’ve been wanting this forever now, this is finally your moment to make it happen. I saw what you could do last night, you’re amazing. Don’t let everyone else in this room stand between you and your dream, babes.”

Kayla grinned at you as Heejin slowly began to shake her head, letting what you said sink in as she started to re-scan the room. “Yeah... You’re right. You’re right. I can do this, I got this--”

Just as she was finally starting to to feel comfortable, a door to the back burst open, letting out Group C of auditioners, some of all of them taking the closest exit out of the building, sulking. It seemed none of them made it. However, Heejin’s eyes grew wide when not long after, you all saw a familiar face come out of the back with a judge, handing her paperwork as she slightly bowed and took a seat in the Next Round area, alone. 

“Oh no,” Heejin started. “I do not got this...” She gulped, staring at Jinsoul, whom was reading over the paper just given to her. 

“I-it’s just Jinsoul,” Kayla stated, knowing deep down inside that there was more to it. 

“Just Jinsoul?” she looked at Kayla as if she were crazy. “She’d make a monster trainee, do you know how many companies she’s turned down? That girl is real competition!”

Kayla paused as you bit your lip, understanding what Heejin meant. As Jinsoul’s former best friend, you knew how serious she took every audition she went to, whether she walked away with an offer or not. She had a passion that you had never seen before. In better words, Heejin definitely had reasons to feel worried.

“Well, let’s go ask her for advice,” Kayla suggested, sitting up a bit straighter.

“What?” Before Heejin even got the chance to further protest, Kayla stood straight up, quickly walking over to the Next Round area. 

 “Jinsoul!~” she called out.

Jinsoul prepped her head up, taking her steady eyes off of the paper she had been reading to now focus on Kayla, whom was then taking a seat next to her and talking.

You turned back to a jittery Heejin and gave her a soft smile. “Hey,” you spoke softly. “It’ll be okay. Maybe you should get some pointers from her, she’s been to way more auditions than you.”

“Exactly. Meaning she wants this just as bad as I do, if not, more.” She folded her arms, sighing. “She would never help her opponent pass an audition if it means she may not get it.”

“That doesn’t mean she wants it more, hun... It doesn’t hurt to try. Come on.” You grabbed her hand and stood up, dragging her over to where they were.

Upon arriving, you noticed Jinsoul giving you a silent grin as her eyes glistened. You returned it as you took a seat next to Kayla.

“Look, all I’m asking is that you help Heejin out,” Kayla pleaded. “She needs this more than anything right now.”

Jinsoul scoffed, taken aback. “And I don’t?” 

“Please, you and I both know they're letting more than one girl pass today.”

Jinsoul paused, silently looking at the two girls, reading their faces. She seemed to have been thinking it over. As she suddenly crossed her legs, her eyebrows began to rise, showing that she clearly now had an ultimatum in mind. She then smirked. “What’s in it for me?”

Kayla scrunched her face in disbelief. “Yah! Are you ser--”

Heejin lightly slapped her arm, signaling for her to calm down and keep it cordial. Kayla let out a huff as she rolled her brown eyes, looking back to Jinsoul. “Fine,” she said. “What do you want?”

Jinsoul leaned in a bit. “Get me into Johnny’s party tonight and we have a deal.”

“Wait, that’s all?” Heejin questioned, a smiling growing on her face. Jinsoul nodded in response. “Then it’s done! Just come with us.”

Meanwhile, Kayla looked confused. “You mean to tell me you weren't invited to Johnny’s party?”

Heejin cocked her head in annoyance. “Not like its any of your business... but no. Which I find to be extremely shady, so that being said, I have no choice but to go now.”

“Yikes.”

“If it makes you feel better, I wasn’t invited either,” you chimed in. You honestly hadn't heard a word about the party until just then.

“Yes you were,” Kayla stated, mimicking a Duh tone. “You just wouldn't let me finish telling you before you rejected the idea.”

This made Jinsoul chuckle. “Yeah, that sounds like y/n alright.”

“True, it does,” you agreed.

“Okay, hello? Back to me,” Heejin said, pointing to herself.

Jinsoul looked at her, focusing back on the sole reason you guys were over there to begin with. “Right.” She cleared her throat as she finally started to give her some tips. “Firstly, they’re looking for someone with personality. You can't go in there being quiet and shy and thinking that you’re going to pass. Basically, just try not being so.... you, Heejin.” With a grimace, she placed her arm on her shoulder. “No offense.”

Heejin awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of her head in doubt. “N-none taken.” But it was obvious that some offense was, indeed, taken.

“Secondly,” she continued. “If you mess up, just act like you didn’t. Continue as if nothing happened, if you stop in the middle of your audition to apologize, they're not going to look at you twice. Thirdly, do not overdue it. Do not. I have seen so many people go a little too out during these things. It just makes it look like you’re trying too hard and unnatural. They want to cast someone who can do an amazing job while making the shit look effortless. Are you keeping up?”

Heejin shook her head eagerly, showing she was very much interested in what she was saying. Jinsoul then continued on, giving her more than enough advice before time flew and it was finally Heejin’s turn. You all wished her good luck before she and the other 4 girls in Group D walked through the doors of the audition room.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry I took so long to upload this chapter lol everything that I wrote got deleted and I had to write it all over again. This definitely isn't as good as the first time I wrote it 😭 But it’s okay bc it’s still damn near the same thing smh. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter to see who passes the audition and what goes down at Johnny’s party!! 

PART 11

[iamfallinforeverything]

Prisoner (1/2)

Here is the little Kai fic I wanted to do. I did some researche and tried to find as many information as i could because it’s such a long time ago since i last saw an episode in which kai was involved. I've given my best but I'm sure there are some things that don't fit or are swapped.  😅   Also I’m rewatching the episodes mostly in german so most of the conversations probably aren’t 100% the same as in the episode. 

And thank you so much @battlships for this idea. I hope its something like what you imagined. 

Also Kai isn’t really involved in this one yet. I got carried away while I was writing and it got way longer than i thought it would be. So I decided to make this a two-part-thing because otherwise it would have become to long. Hopefully I can find time to upload next week. Thank you for reading :)

Summery: You take Damons place on his suicide mission. 

Warnings: death, swearing

“I’ll do it.”, I said while I looked at Elena and Damon. 

“What?”, Damon asked back with his usually I’m-annoyed-by-you-voice.

“The suicide mission.” 

“Absolutely not.”, Damon let go of Elena and took a couple of steps in my direction. 

“Why not? I’ve got nothing to lose if it dosn’t work and i can’t come back. I’ve lived my life. I’ve lost the love of my life decades ago and since then nothing ever made sense again. I can’t bring him back, i’ve tried to but it’s just not possible. I wouldn’t mind if I die.”

“I would mind! You’re my friend Y/N. One of the fews, may I add. You’re not doing the suicide mission.” Why was Damon always so damn stubborn? 

“Damon. Look to your left. You have a beautiful girlfriend right next to you. Your brother will need you when he comes back. You, my dear friend, have a future infront of and I don’t. I don’t have that. I’ve lost my future and i’m ready to leave. Let me do it.” 

“Fuck no.”

“You said yourself that you’ll come back, so it shouldn’t be problem for me to come back. So why shouldn’t I do it then when you are so sure about the coming back part.” 

He was quiet. He didn’t said anything back because he knew I was right. It wouldn’t be such a big deal if he was sure that everything would work out perfectly.  Elena was quiet as well. It didn’t even surprise me. She wanted to protect Damon, even though it meant taking the risk of me dying. But better me than him. 

“I’ll do it. And I promise you that I will do everything to come back. But if it dosen’t work it’s fine as well. I have lived my life.”, I assured. 

I could see how he was thinking about. He was tense and he looked everywhere but at me. He didn’t wanted to say yes. He didn’t wanted to lose another friend. But it was the best option. He knew that. 

“Fine. But you will come back, alright?”, he said after a while and looked at me again. 

“Yes.” 

~~

Damon sat on the hood of his car and had a bottle of bourbon in his hands. I was leaning on his car. We were infront of the newly placed Mystic Falls sign.  We both looked to the little city infront of us. It was Damons home and he couldn’t take a single step into it. 

“You do know that I will kick your ass back here when you don’t come back with the others.”, Damon said and took another sip from the bottle before he gave it to me. 

“I count on that Salvatore.”, i laughed and took a sip as well. 

“I hope I don’t have to.”, he sighed.

“You won’t. Everything will be fine. I gave you a promise. The same one you gave Elena when you wanted to go on this suicide mission.” 

“I know.”, he sighed again. He was worried and I could understand that but it wasn't necessary. 

“Where is Elena anyway? She barley leaves your site.”, I asked and smiled at him. 

“She’s with Caroline. I don’t want her to be here.” 

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It dosen’t feel right.” 

I nodded and took another sip from the bottle and handed it back to Damon who gladly took a sip. We were just waiting for Sheriff Forbes text message. 

“Are you really sure about that? We can still swap back.”, Damon asked for the millionth time. 

“I am sure Damon. I don’t mind doing this for you. I know how much Stefan means to you. And Alaric.”, I smiled and him and sat next to him. 

“But you don’t have to. Your my friend and not my savoir. I don’t need one.”, he looked at me. His gaze was full of concern which was not typical for him. 

“I know and i’m doing that as your friend. Now let’s talk about something else.”

He shook his head and rolled with his eyes. He knew he lost and that he couldn’t change anything. I made my decision and i was at least as stubborn as he was. 

“You never told me about your “love of your life.” And you talked alot about him today.”, Damon handed the battle back to me. 

“There isn’t much. We were young. We were dumb. No, actually he was dumb and I was just dumb enough to follow him blindly. And then I made sure to turn into a vampire. Thats it.” 

“Hang on. You turned into a vampire after you lost him?”, Damon asked disbelieving and frowned.

“Yeah. I knew I would be to weak as a human to search for him, so I became a vampire. I was stronger and had more possibilities to look for him but I wasn’t successful at all.”, I shrugged and took a big sip from the bottle. 

Even after all this years it hurt to think about him. To talk about him. 

“And you gave up? You just gave up?”

“I was tired Damon. I was so tired. I’ve searched for him everywhere and I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried it for years and nothing worked so yes, I gave up. I don’t even know if he’s still alive or not.” 

This time Damon just nodded and I gave him the bottle so he could take another sip. 

“So, he’s a vampire?”, Damon kept on asking. 

“Not really. He’s som-”, the ringing of Damons phone interrupted. I was kind of glad it interrupted us. I didn’t know if I was ready to tell Damon what he was. It was something else, something he didn’t even knew yet. 

“That’s the Sheriff. They are there. It’s time.”, Damon said and looked at me. 

I nodded and jumped of his car. I took the bottle of bourbon out of Damons hand and took the last big sip. 

“See you in a little bit Salvatore.”, I said and sat down on the driver's side. 

I started the engine and was about to start driving as the door on the passenger side opend and Damon sat down. 

“Fuck that. I’m not letting you do that alone.”, Damon said.

“Get out. You don’t have to do this.”, I told him. 

“Shut up and drive. We’ll come back. Also i’m just making sure that you’ll keep your promise.”

“Fine. You’ll explain that to Elena.”, I answered and started to drive. 

I couldn’t really discribe the feeling as the Anti-Magic-Spell hit and sucked the Vampirismus out of me. I started to drive faster and soon enough I could see the Mystic Grill. 

“We’ll come back.”, Damon said again and I nodded and drove into the Mystic Grill. 

I could feel and hear the explosion. I could feel the fire on my skin and how it burned me. I could feel how i died. 

Soon after that I came to consciousness again and looked for Damon but I didn’t know where I was and looked everywhere for him but I coulnd’t find him so I thought that he was probably already on his way to Bonnie. So I did the same. I searched for her and found her somewhere on the old graveyard. 

“Bonnie.”, I said as I saw her. 

“Y/N. I thought Damon wanted to do it.”, she answered and looked at me confused. 

“Yes, but I said I would take his place and do it. Did he already went through you?”, I asked. 

“No, he didn’t. But you have to. You can wait for him on the other side.”, she answered and held out her hand for me. 

I nodded and took it. 

~~

I woke up at the grill. I saw my burned corpse sitting in the car. Hopefully Damon would make it in time.  I went back to the old graveyard and saw Luke, Stefan, Tyler, Lexi and someone who i didn’t know, but who was probably Enzo. 

I could hear Luke saying: “I don’t care.” and then he touched Bonnie and went through her. Bonnie screamed and Luke disappeared for a moment. 

“Y/N why are you here?”, Stefan asked screaming. 

“I wanted to do it, incase something goes wrong but Damon wouldn’t let me do it alone. He is here somewhere. I couldn’t find him and I thought he already went to you.”, I answered and went to him. 

“Damon is here?”, Stefan asked. 

“Yes, he is.” 

“You need to come through.”, Bonnie said. 

“But what about everyone else?”, Tyler asked. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”, Enzo said and went straight to Bonnie and touched her arms. 

Bonnie screamed again and the man disappeared as well. Tyler was the next one who went through Bonnie. Only Stefan, Lexi and I were left. Damon and Alaric were still nowhere to be seen. 

“Come on guys, we don’t have much time. Grab my hand.”, Bonnie said and held out her hand for us.

Lexi and Stefan looked at eachother and Lexi said: “Go. Go.” 

Stefan shook his head and said: “No.” He looked around. 

“Go. You have to go now! Come on!”, Lexi said again but Stefan didn’t even listen to her. 

“I don’t go without Damon. I will wait here!”, Stefan said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Go you Idiot. I will wait here and push him through. Now move your fucking ass.”, I said and pushed him into Bonnies direction. Bonnie quickly grabbed him and he went through her. 

Bonnie started to caugh and I could see how she spit out some blood. Bonnie went a few steps away from us but Lexi and I quickly followed her. 

“Bonnie!”, Lexi screamed over the loud storm. 

Bonnie turned around and looked at Lexi with tears in her eyes. 

“This is killing you, isn’t it?”, Lexi asked. 

“I can hold on.”, Bonnie answered while she took deep breaths. 

And then I realised that I shouldn’t go through her. It’ll kill her and she was still deeply needed on the other side.  

“I have to. Just come through. We have to finish this.”, Bonnie said and held her hand out for Lexi. 

“Not just yet!”, Markos screamed behind Lexi, took her by her shoulders and wanted to push her aside, but Lexi quickly used her ellbow and hit Markos on the nose with it.

She grabbed ahold of him and pushed him to the ground. She put herself on top of him to make sure he coulnd’t move. But Markos hit Lexi in the face and turned them around so that he was on the top now. I could see Lexi smile evilly. She pushed Markos up with her legs so he was grabbed by the big nothing. I could hear him scream and then he was gone.  Bonnie hold her hand out again so Lexi could grab it to get back up, but Lexi didn’t take it and went back up again alone. 

“Lexi, come on. It’s your turn!.”, Bonnie said and kept holding out her hand for Lexi. 

“Every person that passes through takes you one steo closer to death.”, Lexi answered and looked between Bonnies Hand and her eyes. 

“What kind of a best friend I would be if you die before Stefan got his brother back?”, Lexi said. 

Lexi looked at Bonnie for a while and then turned around. She opened her arms and looked into the sky. 

“You’re not gonna get me.”, Lexi smiled, closed her eyes and put her head back. 

Everything around her started to glow and then she vanished. Lexi found her peace.  And then finally Damon und Alaric came.  

“Bonnie.”, Damon said as he and Alaric came closer. 

“Thank God.”, Bonnie said and smiled at the two of them. 

“Why are you still here Y/N?”, Damon asked and looked at me. 

“I promised Stefan that I would wait for you and make sure that you go through.”, I answered and walked over to him. 

“Again: I don’t need a savior.” 

“Again: I know.” 

While Damon and I were talking, Bonnie grabbed Alarics shoulders so he would go through her. 

“Did everyone else made it through?”, Damon asked Bonnie. 

She smiled, nodded and answered: “Yes, everyone made it through.” 

“Great. Now go Y/N.”, Damon said and looked at me. 

“Fuck that, you stubborn idiot.”, I answered and pushed him into Bonnies arms. 

Damon went through her. 

“Now it’s your turn Y/N.”, Bonnie smiled and held her hand out for me.  

I nodded and took finally took her hand. But nothing happened. I didn’t went through her like the others did. Something went wrong.  Bonnie let go of my hand and looked at me worried. She grabbed my shoulders, but nothing happened. She did it again and again, but nothing happened.

“Bonnie.”, I said calmly to her while she grabbed my shoulders over and over again. 

“No! It has to work!” 

“Bonnie. It’s fine. I don’t mind.”, I said and took her hands in mine. 

“That’s why I was here. So that I am the one who hits it if something goes wrong.” 

“But that’s not right.”, she looked at me and tears ran over her cheeks. 

“It’s fine. I will be alright.”, I assured her. 

“No! Everything will fall apart!” 

“And I’m perfectly okay with that. I have lived my life.”, I smiled at her. 

Bonnie didn’t answered and just looked at me. 

“Now go to the otheres if you can.”, I told her. 

She looked at me for a long time and then I could see her walking towards the old graveyard. I walked closely behind her.  I saw the others and how she talked with them. I could her them. 

“Wheres Y/N?”, Damon asked. 

“It was to late Damon.”, she answered. 

“No! You were supposed to bring everyone back! Including her!”, he screamed and let go of Elena. 

I smiled sadly and stepped next to Bonnie. 

“Tell him that I’m fine. That this is the extact reason why i went on this suicide mission.”, I said to Bonnie and she did it. 

“No! I’m not accepting that! Bring her back Bonnie!”, Damon screamed. 

“I can’t! I wish I could!” 

Stefan walked over to Damon and put a hand on his shoulder and said: “Damon you should use the time to say goodbye. Otherwise you will regret it.” 

I could see how Damon wanted to explode. How he wanted to sream and hit everything that was near him. But instead he took a deep breath. 

“Where is she?”, he asked. 

Bonnie pointed next to her. Damon came a little bit closer and it seemed like he would look at me, even though he couldn’t see me at all. 

“Thank you for being such a good friend. I will miss you.”, Damon said sadly. 

“It was my pleasure. Keep an eye on everyone for me and i will miss you too.”, I answered and Bonnie translated for me. 

“I love you Dickhead.”, Damon said and I laughed. 

“I love you too Idiot.”, I answered. 

Damon nodded after he heard my answer from Bonnie and went back to Elena. He wrapped an arm around her waist.  I smiled on last time at them and then I left.

Shortly after that I could hear Jeremy screaming for Bonnie.  I went back to the others and looked at them. 

“What is going on?”, Tyler asked as Jeremy arrived at them. 

He and Elena took a couple of steps in Bonnies direction. I walked over to Bonnie and looked at her. 

“What is wrong Bonnie?”, i asked quietly. 

She didn’t say anything. She just went away and I quickly went after her.  The wind was getting louder and stronger with every passing minute. 

“This place is going down, isn’t it?”, I asked her. 

“It is.”, she answered. 

“Let's make the best out of it.”, I said and smiled at her. 

She smiled back at me and took my hand. Everything was getting brighter and brighter and Bonnie and I went straight to the light. 

[misssophie23]

Didn’t upload Chapter 5 & 6, please read them here.

Bellamy's POV ... I decided to cut this chapter in two because it's freaking long ... although I am sure that no one really cares for this fiction any more, I had a feeling of updating it and hopefully find new motivation to go back to Chapter 13 but I'm really far away from this show right now because s5 sucked so hard, big times and I'm not really excited for s6. But still, I do love Bellarke and love reading other people fanfictions :-)

Can I be happy living with your ghost?

I’ll be at your door tonight if you need help

“Oh come on! This is  impossible  . You can’t win every stupid card game.”

Miller threw his cards onto the table in the staff room of the fire department. Bellamy grinned mischievously and collected the money.

“It seems like I can,” joked Bellamy back and looked at his friend. He loved playing card games with Miller. He almost always won. Even in games Bellamy just learned he was better than Miller. Bellamy didn’t know why, he wasn’t cheating or anything but it seemed like he always was the lucky one. And it never failed to light up Bellamy’s mood. Especially when he had a bad day at home. Just like today.

Gina and him had … a little discussion about his visiting habit, seeing Clarke before or after work every day. He might had or had not been late to an appointment with his wife because of his best friend. Actually it had been just twice. The first time was three weeks ago when Gina and him wanted to meet at the movies. He had totally forgotten about their date and rushed through the city, arriving twenty minutes too late. The second time he had almost bailed on Gina was last week.

Clarke had asked him about stopping by and putting some of Lexa’s stuff away. She wanted to sleep in her bedroom again but she wasn’t strong enough to make this step alone. So he helped her with the boxes and let her cry into his chest, not wanting to rush her when he realized he had to be at home in ten minutes because his parents-in-law would stop by for dinner. He also may or may not have been mentally absent while watching a documentary about  Ancient Greek because Clarke was texting him. And yeah, that was what Gina got angry about.

It wasn’t like Bellamy couldn’t understand. He got his wife. He totally did, but his best friend needed him and he wouldn’t bail on her. No way! Not after what she had been through. They would go through this together! So yeah, maybe in these days Clarke was more important to him than lazy tv nights or dinner with his in-laws. Also, it was only temporary, right? The worrying about Clarke would lessen when more time passed by.

Nathan grumbled something that sounded like “Oh shut the fuck up”, grabbed the cards and complained, “You should be in Las Vegas instead of sitting here with me, getting all the money out of me.”

Bellamy barked out a laughter, “But this is more fun.” He winked and waited for the new cards, while his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It was half past eight in the evening. Their shift was almost over. Bellamy frowned when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

When he saw the caller ID his heart skipped a beat - it was Clarke.

With an odd feeling in his guts, because of the time Clarke was calling, Bellamy straightened up, his face concerned and glanced at Miller who frowned at him, stiffening the second Bellamy picked up,

“Clarke?”

Bellamy’s heart beat loudly in its cage, while he held eye contact with Miller whose jaw clenched, as much on the edge as Bellamy.

On the other end of the line Clarke didn’t answer. She just kept crying, sobbing. Bellamy felt so sick listening to her deep shaky breaths. His voice was worried and he started to push the chair back, ready to go the second she said so. “Clarke, are you alright?”

Shaky breaths. Crying. Then,  “I-I am, I am at the hospital.”  

Bellamy’s heart dropped dead to his stomach.

Not again  , he thought and swallowed hard, exchanging a serious look with Miller, whose seat was also pushed back.

Since the accident everyone was on edge when it came to Clarke. Everyone was worried about her and her saying that she was at the hospital didn’t help minimize these worries.

“I, I tried to work but I, I can’t go inside. I just -”  

Clarke sobbed, but Bellamy felt relieved because nothing bad had happened. Not really. Not this time.

He let out a silent breath, Miller’s shoulders relaxing a little, even though he didn’t know what happened. Nathan still had the frown on his face, eyeing Bellamy closely, not wanting to miss any little news.

“Okay.” Bellamy’s voice was rough, he felt the lump in his throat which he hadn’t noticed being there in the first place when Clarke had called him. He coughed. “It’s okay Clarke. I -”

“I couldn’t drive, so I took a cab.”   Explained Clarke further and he literally heard the tears streaming down her face. She was shivering into the speaker.  “C-can you pick me up? Please? I don’t - I wanna go home.”  

His heart ached at the sound of her voice. The way she asked, helpless and lost. Insecure if he would do what she was asking for, which hurt the most because - of course he would pick her up. He would do anything for her. And Clarke knew that … usually she did. And the others definitely knew. Which lead to the problems with Gina, but as mentioned - Bellamy didn’t care. Clarke needed him and he wouldn’t leave her alone. So without any second thoughts he told her,

“Stay there. I’m on my way.”

“O-okay. Thank you.”   Clarke quivered and sobbed before hanging up.

Bellamy breathed out loudly and the second the phone left his ear, Miller asked what happened.

“Clarke tried to go back to work.” Bellamy rubbed his forehead and pushed his phone back into his pocket. “She can’t go inside and she needs -”

Bellamy stopped and looking guilty at his friend, who nodded shortly before rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically because Bellamy didn’t move and he knew what Bellamy was about to say..

“Go!” Miller told him loudly. “Our shift is almost over anyway. I’ll cover the rest up for you.”

Immediately Bellamy jumped out of his seat. “Thanks man. I owe you.”

“Damn right you do. Beer. At Grounder’s. This Saturday!” Yelled Nathan as Bellamy was half through the door, rushing towards his car. All he could think about was his best friend crying.  

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Bellamy found Clarke a few minutes later on a bench near the hospital entrance. Her arms wrapped around herself because it was freaking cold, so Bellamy’s steps fastened when he saw her shivering.

And despite him seeing the tried tears on her cheeks and the puffed eyes, Bellamy couldn’t help himself but feeling a little angry because Clarke waited here in the cold instead of going inside. So the words stumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

The blonde flinched and looked at his direction.

“Sitting here in the cold with this stupid jacket? It’s winter Clarke.” While approaching her Bellamy took off his thick fire jacket. Clarke jumped off the bench, eyes wide.

“You are on duty, Bellamy!”

“I know princess.” He growled and held out the jacket but Clarke started to deny.

“Why didn't you tell me? I don’t want you to get trouble because -”

“It’s okay Clarke. It’s almost over anyway.”

“No, it’s not. You can’t just leave work because I called.”

“Obviously I can.” Bellamy cut her off. “And you better get into the jacket now before I put it on you.”

“Bellamy -”

“Gosh Clarke just do as I said, okay? You know that I’ll always come for you. You asked me to help. So that’s what I am doing. So get into the jacket before you catch a cold.  Please  .”

“I’m fine. You need it -”

Bellamy held up his finger to stop her from talking.

“If you say I need the jacket more than you do then I’ll kick your sweet freaking ass!” He had a serious expression on his face because he was serious! Why couldn’t Clarke do as she was told for once? He would survive the three minutes in his shirt, but she had been sitting in this ‘jacket’ far too long. He didn’t want her to get ill.

“Just get in this jacket or I’ll mother hen the fuck out of you when you are ill! Including watching every historic documentary on Netflix I can find,” threatened Bellamy and his gaze got darker, while his lips curled into a slight smile when Clarke grabbed the jacket immediately.

“God forbid. No.” Said Clarke and wrapped herself into the jacket which was way too big for her. Bellamy smiled satisfied and ignored the little warm sting in the pit of his stomach at this sight.

“Good,” said Bellamy and put his arms over Clarke’s shoulder, kissing her temple,, “then let’s get you home.”

Without another word Clarke walked with him towards his truck. She tried to explain to him what exactly had happened but the tears rolling down her face made her stop. It was just like a few weeks ago when he had picked her up after the accident. Bellamy’s stomach dropped, his jaw clenched and his hand automatically grabbed for Clarke’s. And this time she let him. She didn’t pull away, so he wrapped his hand around her small fingers, squeezing them. Both of them surrounded by silence.

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“It was the car.”

“The car?”

Clarke nodded, staring at her third drink she had poured herself while Bellamy was on his second. They both sat on the couch and the tears had tried on Clarke’s face once again.

“Yeah, down in the garage.” She swallowed, grabbing for the glass.

“My car is still standing there like nothing had happened. My car is still here and her’s … she’s gone.” Her voice was rough, thick with new tears.

“And she is not coming back...no matter what I do. No matter how hard I wish for it.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. She gulped down her drink and wiped over her face furiously. But it didn’t make the tears stop strolling down. It made it even worse.

“I just want her back Bellamy.”

Bellamy’s heart broke with every second he saw Clarke suffer. He wished that he could take the pain away. He would do anything for his friend. He wished, he wished he could bring Lexa back. If he could he would, even though she wanted to move away with Clarke. He would rather live a life with Clarke living on the other side of the country but being happy than living with him in Arkadia, being broken and lost.

“I know,” mumbled Bellamy and pulled Clarke into another hug. He held her close, hoping to give her at least some sort of safety, of comfort. “I know.”

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It was almost an hour later when he noticed Gina’s missed calls. And suddenly he remembered that he should have been home over an hour ago. She probably worried about him. A hot wave of shame rushed through Bellamy when he pushed the recall button.

Clarke just came back out of the bathroom when he sent the message that he was with Clarke because of her breakdown.

“Everything okay?” Asked Clarke hesitantly, frowning at his tired expression because he felt tired. He knew that Gina would have a problem with him being with his teenage love because it was always a problem, somehow.

Bellamy took a deep breath, a hand washing over his face before putting the phone away.

“I just forgot to text Gina that I’m with you. She tried to call a couple of times but I didn’t answer because I silenced it and - she was just worried that something happened. But I told her that I’m fine and with you.”

“Oh …” Clarke bit her bottom lip, clearly thinking about something. “Well, I’m fine. You can go back home. I kept you long enough.”

Bellamy studied her, shaking his head. “No, no you haven't. And you are out of your mind if you think I’d leave you alone right now. I texted Gina. She knows. It’s okay.”

“But -”

This got Bellamy out his seat. Within two steps he was in front of Clarke and took her small hands into his.

“No but. It’s okay. I, I don’t want to leave you right now.” His thumbs caressed over her soft skin and his heart jumped a little in pride when her mouth curled into a slight smile.

“I’m not going to kill myself Bellamy. I can look out for myself. I promise.”

He snorted and Clarke punched him in his chest with her left hand, offended. “Hey, I’m a big girl. I don’t need saving from anyone else but myself. I’m a modern princess.”

“I know you are.” Grinned Bellamy and without thinking about it he gently pulled a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips stroking Clarke’s face and ghosting over her cheek for a second too long. Something changed. Something in the air. His lungs stopped working while his heart beat too quickly.

It was just then that her hand in his felt different, sending electric waves through his arm, through his body. Her eyes weren’t sad any longer. Something else washed through them. Something like … like hope? Bellamy hardly tightened his grip around Clarke’s hand. He felt how her eyes made funny things to him and then his own eyes fell down to her lips. Red parted lips, rosy cheeks, wide blown blue eyes. His hand which was ghosting over Clarke’s cheek, slowly touched her. He felt the skin underneath his hand, her hair on his fingertips. She was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. She probably always would be. At least for him.

Her lips started to curl into a soft smile, but only to turn into a sad one a few seconds later. Tears burned in her eyes and then she pulled her hand out of his and Bellamy had to muster all his strength not to grab after it, to pull her back because it had felt so good. He saw her swallow and he did the same, taking a step back and letting go of her face.

Maybe she was right. Maybe it was better for him to leave. They both had a few drinks … and somehow Bellamy didn’t trust himself being around Clarke right now. Maybe because of what Gina accused him of? Because of their fights and heavy talks? Which were bad excuses, Bellamy knew, but … he didn’t know, something had just been there. Something he thought had been gone forever!

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Bellamy woke up on Clarke’s couch with a little headache and even more backache. It was early in the morning. Clarke and him had stayed awake pretty long. They had watched two movies on Netflix and Clarke felt asleep. He had brought her into the bedroom, throwing the blanket over her small form and cleaned the living room before intending to leave but a loud scream held him back. Clarke had a nightmare and after calming her down he had sat next to her until she fell asleep again. It was half past three in the morning then and Bellamy laid down on the couch. He wasn’t allowed to drive anyway, so he decided it would be better to sleep a little before going home.

He checked on Clarke carefully, who was still sleeping, before he wrote a short note and left the apartment.

On his way home, Bellamy was asking himself if it would have been better not to tell Gina the truth. If it would have been better if he had lied, telling her he had to do a double shift, instead of that he was spending the night with Clarke because she had a breakdown.

Usually Gina would understand, but their fights often were about his best friend lately, so maybe it would have been better if he had lied. Of course, Gina and him weren‘t fighting all day but he didn‘t fail to notice her going tense when Clarke‘s name was dropped or that she was holding back whatever she wanted to say.

He never had the feeling that his wife had a real problem with Clarke. Actually, they both became friends too but Gina and Bellamy often were against each other lately. It was annoying and Bellamy wanted to fix this but he wouldn‘t let down his best friend to make it better. Not a chance.

He could never do that! And yeah, he still was checking in on Clarke every day to make sure she was okay and if he couldn‘t stop by himself, which almost never happened, he ensured that one of the others looked after her. And maybe, just a little, he was asking everyone who had been with Clarke how she was doing. Despite the fact that he was texting with her anyway. Okay, he definitely did these things!

So yeah, he probably focused too much on Clarke right now but he couldn‘t help himself to feel so protective of her. She was his best friend and had been through a lot of shit. He just wanted her to know that she wasn‘t alone. That he was always there for her. And didn‘t Gina herself tell him, that Clarke needed him? The accident only had been a month ago. Clarke was still suffering, a lot and way too much if you asked Bellamy. And like hell he would just sit there not doing anything about it!

Nevertheless, the rational part of his brain knew that he was way too overprotective. This part could understand Gina completely and told the rest of him to be a little less worried about Clarke and more about his wife and their relationship. That he should spend more time with Gina, just like he should have last night. He remembered her missed calls and then not answering her phone when he called back. She didn’t answer his text either. And she read them, the two blue ticks told him that. What a blessing and a curse this modern technology was.

He had texted her around 9.30 pm and she had read it almost immediately. He still hadn’t got any response.

Bellamy felt bad. But not because he had stayed with Clarke even after she got better and ensured him he could go back home, which also was a reason but not the main one, but he felt bad because he didn’t feel as guilty as he should be.

Still, the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach got bigger as he looked at his phone, noticing Gina being online while he was waiting at the light to go to green. He bit his bottom lip while his eyes were fixed on his wife’s name and the three little dots which appeared and told him, that she was writing something. Suddenly his heartbeat sped up and it was so loud that it was echoing in his ears. Bellamy swallowed and noticed his sweaty palms when the dots disappeared and – nothing happened. No text, no emoji, nothing!

Bellamy waited a little longer but no letters appeared on his screen. He swallowed thickly, his heart dropped to his stomach and a loud, almost desperate sigh escaped his lips, “Fuck.”

He closed his eyes, fuck he was so screwed, when a honk of the car behind him made him recognize the green color on the light. But instead of going to the right to drive home he moved his car straight forward.

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A muffled sound came out of the kitchen’s direction and his heart slipped into his pants once again as he entered the apartment fifteen minutes later. His steps were slow and he tried to prepare himself for the storm that was about to come. Gina was doing the dishes, which she hated and only did when she was really frustrated or angry.

Bellamy came into a short hold, eyeing his wife’s back who definitely heard but was ignoring him at her best. Still, Bellamy coughed a little, mostly to get his voice straight, and greeted the woman.

“Hey babe.”

Gina didn’t turn around, but retorted with a short “Hello”, never stopping washing the dishes. The guilt in Bellamy’s stomach got heavier at this. His chest clenched. Slowly and hesitantly Bellamy walked further into the kitchen, approaching the brunette.

“I, uhm,” started Bellamy and stopped an arm's length behind Gina, “I brought a little breakfast.”

Even though she was standing with her back towards him, Bellamy raised the left hand with the bag of her favorite muffins and his bagels. Gina didn’t react.

“I thought we could breakfast together before you have to work?” Explained Bellamy further, his heart beating nervously up and down. His eyes raked over Gina’s back, who didn’t make any intention to turn around. Bellamy waited and sighed frustrated when there was no reaction, the bag from the bakery and the flowers (he had bought her a bouquet of gerbera, Gina’s favorites) still in his hands.

“Look Gina, I am sorry, okay? I know I should have called you immediately and told you where I was but I totally forgot about it when Clarke broke down.”

Gina suddenly stopped doing the dishes and put her hands onto the sink’s edge. She sighed quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Bellamy had thought about a lot of things Gina would say to him right now but ‘I’m sorry’ wasn’t one of them. The surprised sound of his voice gave away how taken aback he was and that he hadn’t reckoned with it, so Gina repeated her words in a long and loud sigh.

“I said, I am sorry.”

She turned around, crossing her arms in front of her chest to shield herself. Her eyes were small and a little puffed and Bellamy felt like shit because he knew how little Gina probably had slept last night. He saw it. Gina’s eyes dropped shortly to his hands before looking right back at him.

“I, I know that Clarke is going through a rough time and you want to help her because she is your best friend ...”

but  , thought Bellamy but didn’t say a word. He kept his mouth shut and listened to his wife’s explanation. He was still processing what was happening because seriously, he thought she was mad at him! He had been so sure that Gina would yell at him and not be like … like this. So quiet and some kind of sad, conflicted. And suddenly Bellamy felt even worse.

“… but I can’t … I know that it’s stupid and that I shouldn’t feel this way but I can’t help myself and feel absolutely and devastatingly jealous of her. Sometimes.” She added and a tortured expression laid down on her face and the guilt Bellamy should be feeling was shining in  her   eyes.

Bellamy swallowed thickly, not able to open his mouth. His heart clenched in his chest, while his eyes were glued to Gina’s. He knew that he had to say something, but his mind just stopped working.

When he didn’t say anything Gina started shifting uncomfortablely from one foot to another, breaking and reconnecting their gazes. The silence had surrounded them for a long moment before Gina broke it by pointing at the flowers in Bellamy’s hand.

“You brought flowers.”

This got him out of his stupor, reminding him that he was still holding the bouquet.

“Oh, oh yeah.” He raised his arm and holding the flowers towards Gina, feeling a blush rushing up his cheeks.

“They are for you. As amends.”

All of a sudden he felt extremely nervous, his gaze shifted insecure from the flowers towards Gina who eyed him intensively before tears filled her eyes and she apologized all over again, walking towards him and throwing her arms around his neck, into a close embrace.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry Bellamy.” Gina sobbed into his neck and Bellamy dropped everything to put his arms around her. He squeezed her as close as possible, breathing in her sweet, familiar perfume and kissing her temple.

“You don’t have to apologize, okay? It should be me. I love you Gina and I am sorry for making you worry yesterday.”

“I, I love you too. And I know that Clarke needs you more than I do but I ...”

She didn’t finish and bit her bottom lip, so Bellamy took her face into his hands and letting his thumbs carefully move over her cheeks. He locked his brown eyes with hers.

“Maybe she does, but I need you and I am so tired of us fighting and … please forgive me for being such a bad husband lately.”

“You aren’t a bad husband Bell, you brought me flowers.” Gina giggled after a few seconds, which made Bellamy’s heart jump in joy. He smiled, “I did, yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Whispered Bellamy and placed a sweet and unchaste kiss on her lips.

[i-moonbabe]

In The Same Place

*Not requested*

Group: GOT7

Idol: Yugyeom

Type: Fluff

Description: Living with Yugyeom is not bad at all. Though living with him doesn’t help you crush on him. One night, when he leaves to hang out with his friend a fire breaks out. The problem? You’re stuck in there with no one else in the house. From there where will things go?

(In this imagine GOT7 isn't a Kpop group. They are talented- can dance,rap and sing- but they're not famous. Also, this story doesn't have a SPECIFIC GENDER, if you noticed anything that is directed towards one specific gender then please do tell me, I’ll change it.)

Y/N POV

I unlocked the door to enter the place where I currently live. I place the keys on the counter before I quietly take my shoes off. Grunt as I stand back up I hear footsteps nearing me.

"Hey," Yugyeom smiles towards me as he walks into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey," I give back a war smile. Slowly walking to the chair that is pulled out of the table, I take a seat. When unlocking my phone I take notice  of the time, it's 10:41 PM.

"Hm, I got here pretty late," I tell myself, as well as telling Yugyeom indirectly. My arms stretch upwards, simultaneously making me hold my breath.

"Tired?" Yugyeom looked at me with concern in his eyes. Not wanting to take too long to reply I shook my head.

"No, just stretching. It’s been quite a busy day," my voice didn’t seem to convince him. It took me some seconds to notice how dry and uninterested my responses sounded.

“I might sound tired but trust me, it’s just the fact that I haven’t been drinking enough water” I chuckled to myself, getting up from my seat to walk towards the sink.

“If you say so. Let me know if you start to feel sick,” I nodded my head, letting him know I heard him. After gulping down the water in my mouth I headed straight for my bedroom.

Yugyeom owns this whole place, I'm just living here until I get my own place. He was kind enough to let me live with him at a fair price. It's been almost a year since I moved here from my previous city. I’ve lived with Yugyeom for about 9 months now, if I'm not wrong. Since it's his place, his friends normally came to visit him. While they’re here, Yugyeom made sure to make me hang out with them at times. At first, they thought Yugyeom and I were dating until he explained the situation. Most of them seemed to be disappointed with the reality of my sudden appearance in his life.

"Hey, Y/N!" I heard Yugyeom call out my name.

"Hmm!" I hummed out loud. I waited  for a couple of seconds before letting out another loud hum. Yet again, he didn’t respond.

"Y/N!" he called out again.

"Yes!" I decided to walk back to where I previously had been.

"Jackson invited me to his place to watch a movie with the others, he was wondering if you wanted to come as well. You free? I know it’s late but it’ll be fun" he offered as he held his phone in the palms of his hand, with the screen on their group chat.

"Well, I don't have any assignments nor do I have to study but I don't feel like going out today. Is that okay with him?" I look at him with an expression that showed how I didn’t feel like going out. Yugyeom looked a tad bit blue after hearing the words that came out of my mouth. Seconds later, however, he smiled.

"Yeah, he'll understand" I nod at his reply and started walking towards my room again. I begin to change into something I was comfortable in and started playing music. I was jamming along to the music until someone tapped my shoulder. I flinched as I turned around.

"Holy sh- Oh, Yugs, it's you," I said looking at the tall fellow in front of me.

"Yugs?"

"Well, that's what popped into my mind when I saw you," I told him, feeling a little embarrassed at my nickname for him. He chuckled in at my state, whispering something to himself, as well.

"Well I’m going to leave and I just wanted to let you know, bye," he told me as he waved, despite being no less than 2 feet away from me.

"Alright, bye. Oh! Are you going to be back by tomorrow or the days after that?" I asked, wanting to know when he’ll arrive.

"I’m not sure, but when I figure it out, I'll text you," he says holding up his phone as he begins to walk out of the room.

"Okay, see y-"

"Y/N," his head poked through the door. I smile towards him. Cute, was the only word I can use to describe him at the moment.

"Yeah,"

"You sure you don't wanna join?" he asked.

"Yugs, I'm sure," I couldn’t help but chuckle at his question. 

"Well, are you 100% su-" I cut him off.

"Yes, I am. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm not a 5 year old. Now go, they're waiting for you"

"Ugh, fine." I heard him whine as he walked out. Once I heard the click of the front door I knew he had left. This boy will be the death of me. Why is he cute? LikE WHAT WAS MIXED WITH HIS GENES THAT MAKE HIM THIS CUTE DESPITE BEING A TALL GUY?! Not only him but his group of friends as well.

"I should stop. He doesn't even like me like that," I lightly slapped my cheek.

I drag my feet near my dresser that's near my window to put on lotion. After a long day, I felt my skin cool down because of how cold the lotion felt being smeared on top.

"O sole mio te quiero," I sang along to the music that's still playing in the background. As I finished closing the top to the lotion bottle, my eyes fell on the scented tea light candle I bought last week. Hm, should I light it up?

"I guess. It'll add a good scent to the room," I ran to the kitchen to get a stove lighter, running right back to my room. After a couple of tries, I was finally able to light up the candle. Making sure the fire didn’t blow out, I ran towards my bed and pull the covers over my a portion of my body. I quietly scroll through my phone as I listen to my music.

 Damn, he's gonna be the death of me, I thought to myself, liking the picture Yugyeom had uploaded an hour ago.

---(Time skip)---

I yawn as I look at my phone. I thought about whether I should go to sleep or stay up all night. As soon as I felt my eyes droop down I knew I won't last the whole night.

"Nope. I'm going to put my ass to sleep" I told myself as I lazily got up from my bed and flicked the lights off. Now, here's something that's not good children... I forgot to blow out my candle. Let's just say my dresser is really close to my curtains and since my candle is close to my curtains that only means trouble.

Yawning once again I flop down onto my bed trying to get comfortable. Changing my sleeping positions until I felt myself get comfortable. It took awhile but soon enough sleep hit me and I was out.

Second person POV

It was never a good idea to leave the candle out for that long. The fact that you are sleeping isn't good either. The gut feeling of danger is something that hit Yugyeom as he felt like something was wrong. With the night being cold enough already, the wind decided to also be your enemy, sending harsh blows against your window. Since your window wasn't properly fixed yet the curtains flowed towards the candle. Every time the wind blew against your window, the curtain grew closer to your candle. Soon enough, the curtains got caught onto your dress which made the fire go from one curtain to another. Inch by inch, the fire grew wild, making it hard for your sleeping state to breathe.

A female's POV

"I swear to god, why does it have to be so darn windy?" I complained to myself. I look around trying to see if I was any closer to my girlfriend's house. I’ve been walking for 20 minutes now, yet there is now sign of the party my girlfriend held. As I look around this one house caught my eye. One of the rooms looked to bright. It seemed as if someone let loose thousands of flashlights. Just then, it hit me, the house is on fire.

"Eh? Why isn't anyone leaving the house?" I began to worry because it looked like only that room was set on fire. I didn't think twice before pulling out my phone to call the fire station. Guess what? Fuck my life because my battery died. I'm such a wonderful person, aren't I? I hated myself for not charging my phone before I got ready to leave. I felt bad because the person in the room could be in some great danger. I ran towards the front door and rang the bell but no opened the door.

"Ugh! Please be okay!" I knocked and rang the bell once more but no response. Did the person blackout? I tried to twist the doorknob but nothing happened

"Excuse me... Who are you? Why are you trying to open my door like that?" A random person said. I turned around to see a tall guy with... 6 other boys. He's cute but he's isn’t my girlfriend. Someone who is very dear to me.

Yugyeom's POV

(This is happening around the same time you went to sleep and the women noticed your room was on fire)

Jackson sighed once again. I had this feeling that something isn't going right. Is Y/N okay? Should I call? Then again, they might be sleeping.

"I'm sorry, I asked Y/N to join us but they refused," I said apologized for the 100th time.

"But I specifically said to bring Y/N not ask for permission, instead to drag them here, I had a feeling they would say no," Jackson pouted a little.

"He's right," Mark agreed taking another sip of his preferred drink.

"You know what... How about we just go back to my house and hang out instead?" I got up from the couch. That was the only option that could satisfy everyone.

"Finally, I was hoping you would say that," Jackson smiled towards me as he happily jumped up from his seat.

"You're older than me... You could've just told me to-"

"Let's not waste any more time," Bambam grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.

"I'm driving," Bambam trying to reach for the door, only to get pulled back by Jackson.

"No. You are not, I am," Jackson replied as he opens the door to the driver's seat. We all somehow were able to fit all 7 of us in a 5 seated car. We're definitely not going to 'fight' about how we are squished into my tiny car.

"Jackson... Shouldn’t you drive your own car? It has enough space to fit all of us," Jaebum pointed at the white car on the other side of the garage.

"I have no idea why I forgot I owned a car but I just did," Jackson chuckled as he opened the door and ran towards his car. All of us groaned as we got out of the car.

"I'm free!" Youngjae laughed gaining a smile from all of us.

Soon enough we were arrived at my house and noticed a girl trying to open the door to my house.

"Who is she?" Jinyoung asked.

"I don't know," I mumbled just as confused as he was.

"Excuse me... Who are you? Why are you trying to open my door like that?" I asked her.

"Well, I noticed that a room in your house was on fire as I was going to my girlfriend's house. I tried to call the fire station but my battery dead. Stupid me. But can we not waste time and call the fire station because I am 100% sure the person in there is either gonna burnt, they fainted or some other stuff. No one left the house and I’m very concerned" she told me as quick as she can. I was shocked to hear this.

"What?!" I began to panick.

"I am not lying," I walk past her and quickly open the door with my keys.

"Call somebody call th-"

"Jinyoung is talking to them," Youngjae told me. I rush to Y/N's door in an attempt to take him/her out of the room.

All I can think of is saving Y/N. Even if my life is in danger, I want Y/N safe. That's all.

"Yugyeom! Stop! You’ll get hurt!" Jaebum held me back from the room smoke came out of. I didn't even hear a tiny squeal from the room. Is Y/N okay?

"N..no! I have to get Y/N out of there,"  I released myself from his grip.

Running towards the door, I tried opening it but somehow it looks like the doorknob is jammed. It's not moving one bit. Y/N doesn't usually lock his/her door like this.

"Argh! What the fuck?!" I started to get agitated since the door wouldn't budge one bit.

"Yugyeo-" I choose to kick the door instead. I kicked and kicked until it broke open.

"Y/N?!" I looked for them around the room and saw them right there. Y/N was by the bed passed out with their phone in their hands. I regret going out without their now... If only I was here.

"Y/N?! Are you okay? For fuck's sake, how dumb am I... You're clearly not okay,"

"Yugyeom, are you crazy?! Now both of you are stuck in the damn fire!" Jinyoung yelled from outside the door where the smoke began to leak out..

"And let Y/N be eaten by the fire?!" I wrapped my arms around Y/N legs and upper body to pick them up.

"Shit," I whispered to myself as the fire spread onto the bed. All I can see is the fire, I couldn't really breath either. I began to hear sirens, as well as huge splashes of water that appeared from the window, indicating that the firetruck was here.

I carefully walked towards the door. Making sure Y/N didn't get hurt. How did the room end up like this in the first place?

I was about to step out the door when some of the fire spread onto Y/N's shirt.

"Fuck!" I began to panic a little, even coughing heavily from all the smoke. I pat down the fire that spread onto rheir shirt which caused it to have a hole.

I started to feel dizzy, my coughing fit didn’t make it easy either. My eyes noticed the fire covering the way to the door. We were trapped in this room. I look down at Y/N noticing how scared they looked despite being unconscious.

"I have to do this... For Y/N," I didn't hesitate to run out the door. The only thing on my mind was to cross the fire spread across the door. How long does it take them to get inside the building and put the fire out?!

I dropped down to the floor as soon as we both escaped the hot burning room. I took deep heavy breaths, finally being able to properly breathe. Sweat covering my body, my hair sticking to my forehead.

I began to see people coming inside my house with uniforms on. Stomping into Y/N's room, they began to spray it with fire extinguishers to make it go away before it spread anywhere else. They’re safe. That's all that matters to me right now.

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As soon as we left the building, we left to go to Jackson's house... Again. The lady who was nice enough to try to break into my house so she can save Y/N went to her girlfriend's house.

Youngjae was about to carry Y/N but a part of me just wanted to carry them inside Jackson's house myself.

"I'll take her/him," I gently pushed Youngjae's arms off of Y/N's body and wrapped mine around it. I slowly took them inside the house and laid out their body on the couch. I wanted to protect Y/N, not wanting them to get hurt by anything.

I felt a blanket cover both Y/N and I. I look up to see my friends.

"You're dumb... But in love," Jackson told me. What?

"What do you mean by in love?" I asked, not fully understanding what her meant.

"We mean, you would risk anything for Y/N. It's obvious by now," Youngjae told me.

"Y/N is someone I'm just helping until they find a house they can fully settle into," I replied, not wanting to think to much into what they’re telling me. 

"As if you don’t talk about how good they look, how they make you smile, how you really enjoy their presence and what not," Mark scoffs, taking a popcorn and taking it into his mouth

"I-I,"

"Admit it... You like- no. Admit that you love Y/N," Jaebum sits next to me.

"Well, you guys aren't wrong but who knows how Y/N feels about me. I could just be another guy in their life," I play with my fingers. The thought of Y/N with another person just hurts my heart. It's like getting cheated on but at the same time, it's not because you both aren’t together in the first place.

"Whoever gets to be with Y/N in the future is one lucky person," I said as I stroke Y/N's hair.

Your POV

"Lucky person," I heard as I began to wake up. I groan still in pain from the time I fell.

"Can one of you get me water?" I croaked, noticing that I was over at Jackson's house.

"Yeah, sure," Youngjae walked out of the room. I looked over at Yugyeom who looked really worried.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything else?" he asked. I shook my head, only wanting some water at the moment.

"My hip hurts a little from the fall but other than that I'm okay," I replied.

"I should've taken you with me. It's my fault," Yugyeom lowered his head, guilt taking over his form.

"Oh, no. Never, Yugs. It's not your fault. Seriously, I'm the one that was dumb," I laughed a little.

"I forgot to blow out the candle on my dresser which most likely caused the fire," I said cupping his face in my hands.

"Oh, I’m feeling the romance from here," Bambam yelled from across the room. He was sitting on the couch eating cheese puffs. Wow... Isn't Bambam the most caring friend out there. Taking good care of his friend after a fire. (A/N: I know Bambam is not like that. He'll be worried if you were his friend and were to survive a fire incident)

"What happened? Did you faint because of the fire?" Mark asked me.

"Yeah, I guess so. I couldn't breathe and the door wouldn't move. I started to feel dizzy so I decided to at least call the fire station before I faint. Since luck wasn’t on my side, I fainted right when I begin to dial the number," I shook my head remembering what happened.

"Here is your water," Youngjae said streaching out the word water.

"Awe, thanks," I quickly gulp down the liquid. Feeling the water cool me down.

"Okay, enough of this joking around. You need to go to bed. You must be in some shock and you need rest. Get up, you're going to bed," Jinyoung suddenly told me.

"Wait, what," I was confused, I do admit I’m a little scared but I’m definitely not tired.

"Don’t worry. I am 100% fine. Yes, the fire did shock me but not to the point where I am traumatized. Plus, it could've been worse but it wasn't," I told him laying back letting the blanket that covered me slip down. At first, I didn't notice but I began to realize that Yugyeom was hovering our me as if he was trying to cover something up. My heart rate began to race, I felt myself blush due to his gesture.

"Wha..what are you doing?" I looked up at him.

"Your shirt burned off a little... Your skin is showing quite a lot," he told me.

"Protective, huh? I see you," Jackson said now sitting next to Bambam.

I look down and saw that nearly my whole chest area was exposed. I was shocked that I didn't notice this at first. 

"Here, Y/N. Use my sweatshirt for now," he told me as he gently lays his sweatshirt on my lap for me to wear.

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After resting for a little bit, Yugyeom and I sat down on the couch and started talking about how we should fix the room.

(In the background when you and Yugyeom are talking and the rest are there wondering why you two aren't together already)

"I’m not kidding when I sat this. I shipped them ever since I saw Y/N at his house," Jackson whispered.

"I definitely did too! They look so perfect together," Bambam squealed as he fanboys over you two.

"They kind of realize that they like each other but at the same time, they don't... They feel the attraction and love but are too shy to take action. Wait, that doesn't even make sense," Youngjae spoke to himself. almost confusing himself with his own words.

"Mhm. It makes perfect sense," Mark wraps his arm around Youngjae's shoulder.

"Can they confess already? I know what you guys are thinking. Confess right after the fire incident? But here's the thing, we won't have to hide the fact that we ship them anymore and we can tease them a lot more than we already do," Jaebum said sipping on his lemonade.

"True. We can even pull pranks on those two," Jinyoung smiled to himself.

"It might sound weird but I wanna cock-block them. When they're about to do it I barge in like whoops sorry I didn’t realize you two were about to fu-," Bambam was about to finish his words when Jackson put a hand over his mouth.

"You'll run the plan then. Don't blurt it out loud. If you wanna cock-block then wait until they're together and find the right time to do that,"

"Oh, yes daddy," Bambam replied. Jackson judged him right then and there. Confused and panicking at the word that left Bambam’s mouth.

"You have been hanging out with Caillou and Johnny haven't you?" Jackson shook his head.

"Who on Earth is Caillou? But yeah, Johnny is a cool guy," Bambam replied

"Jackson, isn't Caillou that bald little kid?" Mark laughed and Jackson nodded. That only made Mark laugh even more, almost falling off the couch.

"I remember that episode. Caillou straight up said oh, yes daddy. The creators airing it for many people to see,” Mark couldn't stop laughing for some reason, which caused Youngjae to laughing.

"This is why you shouldn't do drugs," Jaebum shook his head at the mess that was laid out in front of him.